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POEMS 



...BY... 



WILLIAM COLLINS REED 

THE CARPENTER AND POET 



FIRST EDITION 



Copyrighted, 1907 
By William Collins Reed 



The City Publishing Company 

251 Washington Street 

Jersey City 



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William Collins Reed. 



Introduction by the Author. 

Some selectious of Spiritual Devotional Hymns, arranged to 
familiar meters, and' a poem entitled, "The Old' or the New; By 
Hand or By Machine." 

A few vibrating thoughts on ''Grod and Creation," 

A few brief pages, also, of tribute and affection, to "Baby 
Eleanor," (the Author's youngest daughter, his junior by nearly 
tifty-two years), 

A brief tribute to 'the talents of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 

Also a few thought vibrations to departed personal friends. 

The chief subject of the work, the life of Christ, briefly covers 
many of the extraordinary incidents and events of the pure life 
of Christ, — the wonderful and Spiritual Man of Nazareth, who 
was sent by the Great Unchangeable Spirit as an example to the 
world, to teach mankind the Spirituality of Man, Mortal and Im- 
mortal, which appears to have been intended to fulfill and cancel 
the traditional 'law of Moses and the Prophets. 

That mankind should live and be more spiritual is not a ques- 
tion, but a duty we owe to our souls, and' to the Great Spfirit, 
who has endowed mankind with spiritual talents. 

Every thought expressed in this volume has been duly con- 
sidered on the rock-founded base of Fraternalism and the broad 
vieAvs of Bible Spiritualism, which forces are at this present age 
bearing the Ark of God's Covenant through the dismal wilder- 
ness of Sectarianism and Vanity; faithfully watching the pillar of 
cloud by day and of fire by night, which guiding tokens are sym- 
bolized and perpetuated in the Spiritual life of Christ and shines 
alike to all mankind whom God created and endowed with soul 
and intellect, including all mankind. 

And imtil Pope, Rabbi, Bishop, Priest, Preacher and Teacher; 
Roman, Israelite and Christian, yea, all mankind, join heart and 
soul to follow the Ark of God^'s Covenant to the New Jerusalem, 
the promised millenium is not in sight. 

With the earnest hope of vibrating this thought these few 
lines are dedicated to the upbuilding of the spiritual, sensative 
and sympathetic man. 

Will my kind reader consider this thought? 

Youi-s most sincerely, 

WILLIAM C. REED. 

p. s. — It is owing to the limited means of the Author tTiat 
this edition is so crowded, and so cheaply published. Without 
effort no great good can be accomplished, and the Author trusts 
that at least some seeds or germs of thought in his effort may 
live and find nourishment in the heart and soul of some fraternal 
and spiritual brother or sister, with means and inclination to help 
promote the cause of Fraternalism and true Spiritualism. 

Ye.s, to help rear a Tabernacle to the one Great Unchange- 
able Soirit. 

THE AUTHOR. 



The Spiritual Life of Christ 



AND 



A Few Spiritual Selections from the 
Journal of 

WILLIAM COLLINS REED 

The Carpenter and Poet 



Published by William Collins Reed. 
Jersey City, N. J. 



If all mankind their lives "wouldJ blend 

To love maternal nature. 
Perpetual friendship would ascend 

To the Grand Paternal teacher. 

— W. O. R. 



Two Ooples Received 

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SPIRITUAL PRAYER. 



Oil, Thou Invisible and' Unchangeable Spirit, we implore Thy 
blessing upon us, at aJl times, and under all circumstances. 

We desire tlie influence of Tliy love to enter into our sensi- 
tive and sympathetic souls. As we see and realize ourselves to 
be a part of Thy wondrous and scientific nature, we look up to 
Thee for knowledge and understanding of Thy will to us, and for 
us. Lead us entirely by Thy gpiritual influence, promptly correct 
every error of our lives, make us fit to herald Thy spiritual mes- 
sages to all mankind, where Thou wouldst have them delivered. 
Make us more si)iritual. more sensitive, and more sympathetic: 
put Thy word in our mouths, and Thy light in our hands, that we 
may aid to hasten Thy Spiritual Kingdom, as is most pleasing to 
Tliee. 

Bear us up to a loftier, nobler spiritual plane, and a grander 
spiritual midenstanding. Free us from the ties that bind our 
souls to earth and vanity. That our spirits may ascend to their 
natural spheres, that the spiritual desires of our souls may lead 
our hearts and our minds to the perfect spiritual example, (the 
Christ), Yea. to the New and Spiritual Jerusalem, in the perfect 
realm of Heaven. 

Free us from all bonds of selfishness and strife; give us wis^ 
dom to perform our temporal and spiritual duties; open Thou our 
spiritual eyes and ears, wheu in Thy wisdom we are prepared to 
behold our spiritual surix)undings; permit our loved' ones to return 
to us, and allow us the privilege of knowing them w^hen they come. 
Permit us to express spiritual thoughts that will comfort those 
around us: give us patience to abide Thy time and Thy way fotj- a'H 
things, and Thy Spiritual Kingdom and Power be praised for- 
ever. Amen. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



BLESSED NEW JERUSALEM. 

Xatiire's rare beauty charmingly blends 

With the influence of Heaven's esteem, 
And the reflection of life's perfect dream — 

The Infinite wisdom of God's love to men. 
The g^randeur environs the sensitive mind. 

And lures it away to scenes so sublime, 
That visions appear from the Heavenly shrine 

Of the Spiritual Kingdom, Jerusalem. 

BJessed "New Jerusalem" — 

Perfect true Jerusalem; 
The grandeur of Heaven 

That wisdom has given, 
Appeals to the kingdom 

Of the "New Jerusalem." 

Hallowed and pure is the spirtual throne, 

Wihere the Mighty Unchangeable King reigns supreme; 
Whose Holiness vibrates the love and esteem 

That angels convey to the children of men. 
Its courts are enchanted by music so grand, 

That only immortals can well comprehend — • 
The beauties of Heaven eternally blend 

Through choirs of the "New Jerusalem." 



SPIRITUAL SONG SUPPLICATION. 



SPIRITUAL SONG SUPPLICATION. 

Beautiful angel, heavenly dove, 

Bear to us messages beaming with love; 
Bring to us loved ones whose spirits have flown, 

Lead tnem and strengthen them, help them to come. 
Teach us to know every spirit we feel, 

Train our dear ears to hear their appeal: 
Open our eyes to the visions so bright, 

Where happiness beams from the spiritual light. 

Help us to ride o'er the shadows of life. 

Bear us above the influence of strife; 
Keep us in sight of the Spiritual King 

Whose wisdom we love, and whose praises we sing. 
Give U6 the balm that is life to the soul. 

Free us from, earth-bound and selfisli control. 
Make us more watchful and spiritual each day. 

That we may be ready, when called, to obey. 

Angels, draw nearer, that we may behold 

The emblems of Heavenly glory foretold; 
Give us the spiritual, comforting love 

That only the messengers of Heaven can give. 
Show us the God-given talents we own; 

Unfold and disclose our good will to men; 
Convey to the kingdom our message of clieer; 

Unite us in love and faith that's sincere. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



THOUGHTS ON THE 

SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



Long ago in earth's dark ages 

Spirit forces slept in peace, 
Many scores of generations 

Scarcely felt God's beaming grace; 
God withheld His love and wisdom 

For a long, long term of years, 
Since mankind had vainly striven 

To o'ercome His will and powers. 

Sympathy His grief abating 

With compassion for mankind, 
He conveyd a spirit message 

By a trusted angel band. 
Abraham, an aged husband. 

Upright and benevolent. 
Was the servant God had chosen 

To receive His covenant. 

Abraham received the message 

With a wisdom from above. 
And with wondrous understanding 
He received God's spiritual love. 
God promised that a mighty -nation, 

Countless as the grains of sand. 
And that spiritual redemption 

Sho-u'ld bless this nation He had planned. 

A Spiritual King shall come in flesh. 

Immaculate shall be His birth. 
Through Him all beings that confess 

Can free their souls from sin of earth; 
This king shall be God's o-nly Son, 

The medium 'twixt God and man; 
Through Him eternal joy is won, 

By Him all spirits are redeemed. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



This covenant to Abraham 

Proclaimed the Christ as Spiritual King, 
His coming was so well defined 

The unlearned child could comprehend: 
Was sent to earth a spirit guide 

With a matchless angeil band 
To exemplify G'od's bounteous love 

For the races of mankind. 

For ages many message bearers 

Frequently foretold God's plan 
Of the coming Mediator, 

Spirit power 'twixt God and man; 
How when born, the common people 

Would' receive and worship Him, 
But the haughty Jewish rulers 

Would' ignore their spirit king. 

When God's day of glory opened 

To the spirit He ad'orned 
A brilliant star, the spiritual token. 

Told* mankind the Christ was born. 
And this magic shining magnet 

Was a guide to lead the way 
To the gifted Heavenly Stranger 

And the humble place He lay. 

Within this star appeared an angel. 

One whose form illumed the night, 
Who addressed a group of shepherds 

As they viewed the A'ision bright; 
Telling them the Spiritual Leader 

Had been born in Bethlehem, 
And' was nestling in a manger 

That adjoined the wayside inn. 

Then appeared the hosts of Heaven 

All around the angel form. 
Singing praises to His Kingdom, 

"Peace on earth, good will to men." 
Only once before that vision 

Did the stars in Heaven sing, 
Then to glorify creation, 

Now to praise a new bom King. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



Men both ricli and educated 

In the foreign eastern clime 
Saw the star of G-od's Annointed 

Pointing to Jerusalem. 
They followed to the Holy City 

To behold the Sovereign King, 
Whom they trusted in the spirit, 

Sought to praise and worship Him. 

At the palace of King Herod 

Sought they, that they might behold 
The Heir to throne of sainted David, 

The promised king so oft foretold. 
Herod was amazed, yes, maddened. 

When their mission they disclosetl; 
Called at once his chiefs and wise men 

To confirm the startling news. 

"(io and search the land Judea, 

Bring the new born King to me. 
That I too may pay Him homage, 

Worship Him without delay." 
The chiefs, in fear, imparted knowledge 

Of the time when Christ was born. 
Also named the humble village, 

Knowing well his wicked scorn. 

Then as now the mighty rulers 

Were averse to spiritual truth, 
And in envious, selfish anger, 

Herod vilely sought Christ's death. 
The angel band removed the Infant 

Ere the sword was brought to bear, 
Carried Him to land of Egypt, 

Heavenly spirits watched Him there. 

The vengeance of King Herod ended 

When his wicked' heart was stilled: 
Then Christ with parents were commanded 

To return to native hills. 
To Nazareth the spirits led them. 

Back to where their kindred dwelt, . 
To resume their usual calling, i.i 

*j.iid God's rarest Jove they felt. ' > 



10 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

Jesus, perfect in tlie spirit, 

Never knew or planned a wrong, 
Was to all the dearest comfort 

Everywhere His pathway shone; 
Learned the trade His father followed. 

Plied His skill with diligence, 
Looked to God, His Heavenly Father, 

For His guidance and defence. 

At twelve years old His understanding 

Was the wonder of the time. 
He taught the priests and those commanding; 

Spirit questions He defined. 
He sung and chanted Psalms of David, 

While His shining countenance 
Made His presence wholly sacred; 

Angels d'id Him reverence. 

He loved His blessed, earnest mother, 
Her happiness was all in Him, 

And she alone knew God the Father 
Gave through her the Spirit King. 

Time passed by till He to manhood 
Reached the age of thirty years. 

Then a prophet bore a message — 

"Christ the Lord must soon appear." 

John the Baptist was the prophet. 

By the spirit spoke the word; 
He knew not that his cousin Jesus 

Was God's Son and Christ the Lord. 
He proclaimed the spirit kingdom 

With a rare convincing power, 
For the Spirit God of Heaven 

Issued thoughts that ruled the hour. 

The meek and lowly Prince of Heaven 

Waited God the King's command 
To fulfill His earthly mission 

And regenerate mankind. 
Leaving home and all behind Him, 

Mary bathed her face in tears. 
Though she knew the spiritual kingduni 

Claimed the One to her so dear. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 11 



"Lo. I come. My Heavenly Father, 

I delight to do Thy will; 
Clothe Me' with Thy love and power, 

Strengthen Me for every call." 
The blessed Mary watched Him going 

Till He vanished from her view, 
In the seamless robe e'he wove Him, 

The all she loved, had said "Adieu." 

To begin His princely mission 

Came to John to be baptized. 
He was then revealed from Heaven 

By the spirit as a dove disguised. 
It descended straight upon Him 

Through the chilling wintry breeze 
With the words of adoration, 

"My only Son, in whom I'm pleased. 

To be tempted, tried and tested 

By the earth L^niud influence, . 
Forty days He Jived and fasted 

In the lonely wilderness. 
Cold and hunger bore upon Him. 

Yet no murmur He expressed. 
Beasts of prey were friendly to Him, 

Satan's bribes He dared resist. 

vVhen He hungered, almost famished, 

Satan said, "If Thou be God 
\v^hy not speak for food to nourish, 

Turn the common stones to bread." 
Then he offered all earth's; kingdoms 

If Christ's soul would follow him. 
Christ replied. "All earth's dominions 

Are the Lord's, thy realm is Sin." 

Returning from the wilderness 

His spiritual life and work began, 
111 purity and tenderness 

God's love He ministered to man. 
Multitudes soon sought His favor. 

Many lame and sick He healed 
By His touch and' spirit power; 

Sightless eyes His word unsealed. 



12 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

Though so meek and mildi and lowly 

Could restrain a practised wrong; 
He rebuked the strong and mighty 

And their customs overcome. 
Entering the Holy Temple 

Raised His hand and voice with rage, 
Smote the men, their wares and tables. 

Saying, Grodi's house is not for merchandise. 

His spiritual life each day shone clearer 

. As He G-od's will exemplified, 
Threatened often by the rulers 

Who scorned His wisdom and His love. 
Yet, with all this persecution, 

Purest thouglits His mind controlled. 
Fearlessly He filled His mission, 

Angels comforted' Hie soul. 

He looked for honor with the wealthy 

Less than comfort with the poor. 
To all mankind imparted gently 

Blessings of His spiritual power. 
Not the righteous was He calling. 

Nor to any sect or clan. 
But the Spirit God proclaiming 

And His love for race of man. 

When He told the Jewish people. 

"TOiis day these scriptures are fulfilled," 
And "Formalism in the Temple 

Now must yield to spirit will;" 
Reminded) them that ancient prophets 

Taught the Gentiles as the Jews, 
That one Great God. and He in spirit, 

Sought to greater love diffuse. 

His people scorned this gifted message 

And cast Him from the Synagogue, 
By them His spiritual entreaties 

Were cast aside, and not received'. 
How sorrowful He left His kindred! 

Though He prayed that they might see 
The beauty of His Father's wisdom 

Planned for their eternity. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



The multitude who felt His power 

And' received His spiritual love. 
Were a tlirong of earnest hearers 

Who believed Him sent by God. 
He healed the wretched' and' forsaken. 

Made them w'bole with but a word; 
It was the spirit force within Him 

And His angel band that cured. 

To absent ones the power imparted. 

Healed' the lepers at the gate. 
Comforted the broken-hearted, 

Bid' the dead to rise and speak; 
Fed the multitude that hungered 

With tlie scanty food supply. 
Blessed the food, while people wondered. 

Spiritually He passed' them by. 

Walked upon the water's surface. 

Tempest calmed at Hit? request. 
Cast myriad's of evil spirits 

From the lives of those pos.sessed. 
From maniac to herd of swine 

Evil spirits He tranisformed, 
When the herd' both wild) and blind 

Into the lake, they rushed and drowned. 

His will and word brought sweetest blessings 

To the humble of mankind, 
Rich or poor, whose hearts confessed Him 

Felt alike. His fjpiritual mind. 
Many rich and influential 

Saw Him, and believed on Him, 
Yet their fear of baser people 

Sealed' their Jips from comforting. 

High up in the lonely mountain 

With diisciples James and! John, 
Disclosed the grand' transfiguration. 

Heaven's mantle through Him shone. 
His countenance appeared as radiiant 

As the dazzling noonda.v sun, 
His purity slione out so brilliant. 

In spirit now they viewed their King. 



14 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

He prayed alond to God the Father 

That His s^pirit might abide 
In the minds of men forever 

Ui.nd lead them on to Paradise. 
Then appeared in beaming brightness 

Spirit forms, by Christ the Lord; 
They were Moses and Eiias, 

Sainted prophets of G-od's word. . 

They talked with Christ, His servants listened, 

•'With fear and trembling they beheld 
Though now convinced of spiritual blessings 

And of the truths so oft foretold. 
"Master." said they, "Thy power is greater 

Than kingdoms of the earth combined, 
Let us erect three Tabernacles, 

For Thee and them, to mark this time." 

Scarcely had they finished speaking 

When a voice from Heaven proclaimed. 
Which clearly echoed through creation — 

"My beJoved Son, and hear ye Him." 
Then suddenly the spirits vanished, 

Only Christ remained with them; 
He told them how His flesh would) perish 

But His form would rise again. 

The scenes described, how beautiful! 

And the thoughts expressed, how grand I 
Symbolic of the spiritual 

Exemplified for man. 
To show us thiat our sainted friends 

Can return to us at wilil, 
Cheer our lives and bear our burdens 

Though their forms inTisible. 

Christ was led by spirit power. 

Nurtured by its influence. 
Wrought the wishes they desired 

Without taint of selflshness. 
IMirongh His life, the grand reflection 

Of angelic harmony, 
And the soul's serene perfection 

Echoed from eternity. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 15 



He foresaw and told the future 

Of His gross indignities. 
How the sinful Jewish ruJers 

Would infliot Him miseries. 
How unjustly they would judge Him 

In their court of prejudice, 
And how Judas would betray Him, 

Sell Him to be sacrificed. 

He told His trusted twelve Apostles 

Tliat their leader staunch and true 
Would deny their cherished Master 

"Thrice before the cock should crow." 
Peter answered, "Lord and Master, 

Thy servant Thou hast harshly judged; 
I would perish as a martyr 

To defend Thy spiritual love." 

That night the test was put to Peter 

By the stalwart prison guard. 
Demanding if he knew the prisoner 

Who proclaimed himself the Lord. 
Peter made a firm denial 

Of the knowJedge he possessed, 
"I never knew Him ere this trial 

To testify in His behalf." 

Twice again denied Him promptly 

To the guards who sought to know 
Why he lingered at the doorway. 

Again the cock was heard to crow. 
Peter then in grief remembered 

All the words his Master said, 
How unfaithful he would render 

Witness for the one he loved. 

Many, oh, how many people 

Who have tasted spiritual food, 
Been in touch with forms immortal. 

Sensed their thoughts so rare and good, 
Often gifted and developed, 

Sensitive to spiritual waves. 
In fp>ar deny tlie thoughts they cherish, 

For gold their spirits they enslave. 



16 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



"Blessed are the pure in spirit,"' 

Who unselfishly receive 
And impart the themes they cherish, 

Wisely sowing precious seed. 
If through weakness they should faJter, 

Humbly ask and seek for grace; 
A prompt return makes visions brighter, 

Renews the spiritual happiness. 

In His gentleness and meekness 

His will the spirit realm obeyed. 
His words were wisdom in completeness, 

His thoughts were spiritually conveyed; 
His ansAvers to the "Studied questions 

Of fhe priests so wise and learned. 
Astonished all the Jewish nation, 

Q.'hrough prejudice His life they scorned. 

His liie and spiritual example 

Sent to reinstruct mankind 
In the broader works of nature 

And the higher, grander plane. 
He loved and blest the little children. 

Fondled them within His arms, 
Said that angels up in Heaven 

Were endowed with childlike forms. 

Okrist foresaw the painful suffering 

That His body soon must bear. 
To complete God's spiritual offering 

That redemption might be shared; 
Agony, beyond description, 

Would engulf the "Son of Man" 
To renew the Spiritual Kingdom 

And restore the spiritual plan. 

'Twas to be. His persecution 

That spiritual blessings miglit begin, 
And flesh behold His resurrection 

And triumph over death and sin. 
None but Christ, the Spirit Master, 

Could be equal to the test, 
God, the Spiritual Heavenly Father, 

Would convey His soul to rest. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



Spiritually His etrength grew strouger 

Though His flesh was weak and frail. 
Bore insults without a murmur. 

Anger never marred' His smile. 
His trial a mockery of justice, 

Worse than fiendish massacre, 
His life a (sacrifice to umlice 

Of the Jewish governors. 

Without ^\•itne.ss they condeumod Him, 

To destroy Him they conspired, 
Hastened Him to I'llate's sanctum 

Charged with Roman law ignored. 
PiJate saw the gross injustice. 

He the Jews' dee?ire denied — 
"Innocent He is and faultless, 

His release I must advise." 

"Nay, Oh, King, thi.s vile impostor 

Must be crucified this daj-," 
Pilate yielded to their pressure, 

Though in sorrow he gave way. 
Christ, between two other prisoners, 

Was conveyed to Calvary 
By a guard of Roman soliders 

Whose duty was to crucify. 

Words can't express the pangs of sutlering 

He endured from vile abuse; 
Priests and' nobles scoffed and mocked Him, 

Smote His flesh in prejudice; 
Though with pity, shame and sadness 

Some, alas, were moved to tears, 
"Weep not for Me, My flesh must peris'h, 

But your souls for Heaven prepare." 

The painful cross when laid upon Him 

Bore His weakened body down; 
The load was carried up the mountain 

By a stranger, one unknown. 
With hands nailed firmly in position 

The thi-ee Avere coldly sacrificed; 
Two were thieves of great transgression, 

But Christ was wrongly crucified. 



IS SPmiTUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

As Hie dying form gi*ew weaker 

Hanging on the crucifix, 
The noonday sun grew darker, darker, 

Enshrouding earth with loueJinesa. 
"MY GOD! MY GOD!" aloud He cried, 

"Why bast Thou forsaken Me!" 
The mocking people, rain and; proud. 

Reviled' Him in their perfidy. 

"Hark," they said, "He calls Elias, 

Whom He seeks in His dtistrees," 
Scoffing at His form so helpless 

And the agony expressed. 
They watched Him as His breath was ceasing 

And respiration seemed suppressed. 
Till hour for sacrifice at evening 

When wrongs committed were confessed. 

"It is finished, It is finished," 

Is tlie last thought He expressed, 
Just before His spirit vanished 

From His body on the cross. 
Then aloud His spirit shouted 

"Father, unto Thee I come, 
Bruised, forsaken and tormented, 

(iive me peace and rest at home." 

His flesh remained in earth's cold station, 

His soul was borne to Paradise; 
All regions of the world were saddened 

Though spirit realms with hope rejoiced. 
Spiritual triumph now was dawning. 

The final sacrifice was done. 
And hoets of Heaven were preparing 

Tlie pure, the new Jerusalem, 

The joy in the eternal Heaven 

W'as seemingly beyond control. 

For mighty mountains qnaked and trembled 
And shattered rocks of massive mould. 

The sacred Holiest of Holies 

Entombed within the Temple walls 

Was rent asunder and in pieces, 
,_, . Tradition bowed to spiritual calls. 



SPIRITTWL LIFE OF CHRIST. 19 

The earthquakes, andi untimely darkness 

Filled the s'addeued world with dread, 
The strongest hearts portrayed a weakness 

Tk)ward the spiritual SON OF GOD. 
They feJt remorse at every quickening, 

The unseen power their visions led. 
And feilt the sting of unfair reckoning 

Against the spiritual SON OF GOD. 

Christ's body hung both limp and' lifeless 

iiire the day had passed to nig'ht. 
The Pharisees so conscientious 

Lest trad'ition they might slight, 
They went to Pilate an<l besought him 

To dfispatch those on th-e cross, 
That no bodies might be hanging 

To desecrate the day of rest. 

Pilate sent for the centurian, 

Gave him orders to command 
The Roman guard to kill the victims 

And take their lifeless bodies down. 
Christ was dead beyond a question 

Ere the hand on Him was laid. 
Yet for fear or apprehension 

A spear \va;S plunged into Flis side. '^ 

The spear incision seemed so barbarous, 

Yet no sense of sting or pain. 
For His t'tirm was cold and breathless. 

But spiritually He lived serene. 
His spirit was bereaved and troubled, 

Not because His life was scorned, 
But because God''s love was trampled 

By trad'ition's earth bound form. 

His teachings had l»een plain and perfect, 

He proved His words by miracles, 
His daily life unfolding spirit 

Angelic and invincible. 
He asked' the Father to forgive them 

Every willful act of scorn 
And' the shome they put upon Him, 

The purest being ever born. 



20 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

A member of the Jewish Council, 

One M'ho symiDatliized with Christ, 
But seemed' helpless and unable 

T^ protect or save His life, 
Came to Pilate in the evening 

While they took the body down. 
And secured the right of placing 

It within his private tomb. 

Joseph was the Jewish Counselor, 

With 'him Nicodemue came, 
Brouglit they linen robes to cover, 

Spicee rare to scent the tomb. 
These brethren knew and loved the Master 

Though were helpless in the court, 
I But trusted Christ by spirit power 

Would free Himself and all the earth. 

The sepulc'her in Joseph's garden 

Was assigned to His remains. 
Sorrowing, they wrapt and laid Him 

In the sculptured, granite tomb. 
Joseph's gard'en cool and peaceful, 

Fragrant with its floral gems 
In bud and bloom so sweet and graceful, 

Ideal in its spiritual blend. 

Ohirst's mourning friends, here unmolested, 

Cooild view His silent resting place, 
Could walk W'ith feelings interested. 

Unnoticed and in perfect peace. 
When He was buried few were present 

To render comfort and relief, 
A faithful few besides attendants. 

With His mother, bowed in grief. 

His many earnest friends and followers 

Were so saddened and distressed. 
Their minds diumbfounded and bewildered, 

Scarcely rea'lized their loss. 
His words of prophecy and warning 

Had escaped their memories, 
All seemed lost beyond returning. 

Sacrificed on Calvary. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHU1«T. 21 



How plaiu and carefully He told fhem 

That His body would be slain 
On the altar of tradition. 

But would surely rise again; 
And tlirough power of resurrection 

Spiritual light would bless mankind. 
Bring to earth a dispensation 

Of harmony and spiritual blend. 

He could not make His friends believe 

That tragic death would be His end. 
And now they were too stunned and grieved 

To call to mind His quick return. 
But those who sought Hie life remembered 

That He said, when yet alive, 
**Death I must taste in vilest manner. 

But in three days I'll rise and live." 

They asked the king to take precaution 

Lest His body be purloined 
By those tainted with deception 

Who would seek redress to gain. 
"Secure the tomb by valiant guardians, 

Those trustworthy and vigilant, 
At least tbree d-ays patrol the garden, 

Admittance to the grave prevent." 

Pilate detailed Roman soldiers. 

The Phariseeci to gi'atify; 
They closed and sealed the sepulcher 

While the priests were standing by. 
That Passover was so eventful. 

Filled with real anxiety, 
The usual joy within the Temple 

Merged almost in obscurity, 

Tne actions of those vain and haughty, 

Unjust and contemptible. 
Were wrought within the Holy City 

And not where ignorance prevailed. 
He, so earnest and so blameless. 

With soul inspiring thoughts endowed. 
Had been sacrificed so shameless 

Because His life was spiritual love. 



22 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

That Sabbath bore a gloomy sadness. 

Multitud'es discussed the wrong 
That was legalized as justice 

By the earthi-bound. enyious throng. 
The sadness was a spiritual power, 

Attracting souls to sympathy, 
Which ever since Christ's fatal hour 

Reflects to earth perpetually. 

His bodty safely in the grave, 

Secure from access of His friends — 
For none upon the Sabbath day 

Could be admitted to the tomb. 
CTirist's mother and her faithful sisters 

Spent Sabbath in JerusaJem; 
They did not know that Roman soldiers 

Sentineled the martyr's tomb. 

Next morning after close of Sabbath, 

Soon after Virgil's midnight hour, 
Ttiese faithful womeoi in the darkness 

Soug'ht the Savior's sepulcher. 
Suddenly they were bewildered 

By the rays of beaming Jight, 
The earth was shocked, it quaked and trembled 

As on that fataj Friday night. 

The Ro^man guard within the garden 
^ Were congealed with dread and fear, 

Ttey saw an angel come from Heaven 

Directly on the sepulcher. 
Tlie angel moved the stone asunder 

From the doorway of the tomb. 
That guarded door the angel entered, 

The stalwart guards stood meek as stone. 

Their description of the angel 

Was spectre-like and spiritual, 
It came with speed' that ne'er was equalled. 

Its face a dazling brilliant shield. 
It darted throug'h the aerial regions 

With power that shook and quaked" the earth, 
The guards were stunned, but looked and listened 

Though did not see their charge come forth. 



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Day was dawning wten the women 

Came uuto the Savior's tomb, 
They saw the sepulcher was open 

And] the one they sought was gone. 
Could it be that envious rulers 

Had degraded Him again 
By a compromisiing buria,! 

In a grave of crime and shame? 

The women who were first to enter 

« 

Within the tomb where Christ had lain, 
Had come prepared with balms and nectars 

To aunoiut His form again. v 

Their Lord liad gone, but lo, an angel, 

Clothed in garments spotless, white, 
Told them that their Lord had risen 

And prepared to lead the light. 

"Fear not," the shining heraJd said, 

"Ye seek the martyred Son of Man; 
He rose according to His word. 

His spirit donned the flesli again. 
Go bear me news to His disciples 

That His form they soon shall see 
Released from death by Heaven's angels, 

AH ye return to Gralilee." 

They trembled as they left the garden 

And the spirit messenger; 
Their hearts rejoiced that He had risen 

And trusted He would soon appear. 
Now Mary Magdalene came weeping 

As slie saw the empty tomb. 
She had not heard the angel's greeting 

fo the women who had gone. 

There alone except the soldiers 

In her anguish wept aloud; 
Then appeared two spirit angels 

Who asked, "Woman, why weepest thou?" 
She answered them without a tremor. 

"Because my Lord has disappeared, 
His soul is with His Heavenly Fafher, 

His body was reposing here." 



24 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



She turned aside from those she answered, 

When appeared another form 
Who asked, "Whom seekest thou, my sister, 

Why weepest thou this blithe.some moniV" 
"Mary," the voice spoke so familiar 

It caJled her from the dark despair, 
She knelt and passionately answered, 

"Rabboni, Master, Lord, draw near." 

The risen Lord stood there before her 

In His spiritual radiance. 
Her soul rejoicing in the glory 

Of His angelic countenance. 
"Touch Me not," He said unto her, 

"But unto our brethren go; 
Bid them all unite together 

Faithful in the spirit's glow." 

He vanished from the faithful sister 

While she yet before Him bowed, 
Tliough lingered but a moment longer — 

W~hen His message she conveyed. 
Others came with balm and spices 

Waiting near tlie sepulcher 
To anoint the One so precious 

Whom they trusted was still there. 

Tliey were much perplexed at finding 

liie Savior's open, empty tomb, 
And no one to give them tidings 

Where His body had been lain. 
Then appeared within the garden 

By the open sepulcher 
Two angel forms before them standing, 

Heavenly messengers they were. 

They bowed before the forms immortal, 

In reverence they touched the earth 
Impdoring pardon of the angels 

For presence in the hallowed court. 
The angels spoke, "Why seek the living 

Pii the regions of the dead? 
BeTiold. the One ye seek is risen 

And proved the solemn words He said." 



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"Remember how He told His future 

When He talked in Galilee. 
How the SON' of MAN must suffer 

By the hands of treachery. 
Delivered He must be. und tried 

In tlie courts of sinful men, 
Be mocked, abused and' crucified. 

But the third' day He would rise again." 

This prompting brought His words to memory. 

Though earnest, they were spoke in vain; 
All looked to see His day of g'lory 

When crowned upon King David's throne. 
Straightway to their friends they hastened 

The spiritual vision to reveal, 
And tell them Chrinst the Lord had risen; 

His prophesies were now fulfilJed* 

Salome and; Mary Cleophas 

Also saw the risen Lord; 
They were loving aunts of Jesus 

And their' nephew they adored. 
They knew His spiritual attraction 

And His psychic influenee. 
Long before his crucifixion 

They were pledged' in His defense. 

They were grieved beyond expression 

That their Lord was crucified 
On the altar of tradition 

To the gods of prejudice. 
Tlieir risen Lord appeared before them; 

They worshipped him on bended knees. 
He said, "Fear not, but tell My brethren 

To 20 at once to G-alilee. 

"Tell them I will journey with them. 

Be their comfort on the way. 
As a guide I'JI go before them. 

There My risen form they'll see." 
They touched His feet when He was speaking. 

Their eouls were filled with spiritual grace, 
The g'low of liglit their souls were seeking 

Shone from His Heavenly mantled face. 



26 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

The spirit messengers, how kind'! 

Not on;ly seen, but heard' to speak; 
The angels were rejoiced to find 

Those faithful, sensitive -andi meek, 
Remarkable the illuetration 

Of the angel's influence, 
How women's psyclidc magnetism 

Harmonizes spirtiual strength. 

The men disciples, firm and thoughtfuJ 

Though in mind so positive. 
Did not see or hear the angels, 

And the women's visions disbelieved, 
Peter hastened to the gardien 

To behold tlie angels there^ 
But to liim no demonstration 

From the spirit realm appeared. 

Into the eave he looked and listened, 

The linen shroud his eyes beheld. 
But heard no voice, or saw no vision; 

His doubting mind the place congealed. 
Incredulous he meditated, 

Scepticism ruled hi<? brain. 
His muffled soul, though aggravated. 

Plead for freedom, but in vain. 

The free unselfist passive nature 

Concentrates the spirit force. 
While sturdy will and earth-bound feature 

Leads the soul to wretchedness. 
Mindis that practice Christ's example 

To His depth of sympathy, 
Attract the inspirational 

And nurture spirituaJ harmony. 

Tlie time was brief that only women 

Had observed fhe risen Lord; 
He appeared to Peter and to Simon. 

Though it seems He spoke no word; 
But he entered con'versation 

With two village visitors. 
His knowledge seemed a revelation 

Inspiration marked His words. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. Ii7 



He knew their sense of mental sadness, 

Though asked' them why they were aggrieved- 
"Is not the Feast a time of gJadtoees 

For all the hosts of Israel's seed?" 
TTiey told' the stranger of the prophet 

Whom their rulers had condemned, 
Whose life portrayed the Holy Spirit, 

The wondrous, gifted Nazarene, 

They told Him of the crucifixion 

On the day the Feast begun, 
How the earth was rent and' shaken 

And the darkeoied' noond'ay eun; 
How fhe Temple courts felj open 

That tradition veiled' secure. 
His guardted bodly in the garden 

In the stone seaJed sepulcher. 

They related to the Stranger 

How His body was purloin'ed, 
How the bright-robed sfhining angel 

Oame and opened wide the tomb? 
Told Him also of the vision 

Ttiat the women had beh^Jd, 
And the word that He had risen — 

AJl perplexing news to tell. 

"Oh, foolish men," the Stranger aniswered, 

"So the truth to comprehend. 
The words of prophecies considered 

Foretells the scenes you have explained." 
These thoughts renewed their understanding 

Of the ancient prophecies. 
"His soul shall rise from Hell's surroundings, 
• His body no corruption see." 

Emmaus was the neighboring village 

Im which the visiting brethren dwelt. 
Nine statute miles o'er hills and valleyis 

Each Feast they walked in faithfulness. 
'Twas when returning that the Stranger 

Journeyed with and talked to them, 
Exp^lained to them the ancient scripture 

As it touched the Son of Man. 



28 * SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



Interest shortened distance greatly, 

They tired less than e'er before, 
Enraptured with His words completely 

Entreated Him their home to share. 
They sat at table all together, 

The Stranger bleist the bread and meat; 
'Twas then they recognized the Savior 

With nail holes in His hands and feet. 

Their risen Lord had journeyed with tiem 

As a stranger, one unknown, 
Their senses sealed from recognition ■ 

That He might better feed their minds. 
Now, at table they beheld Him, 

Looked into His face so bright. 
Felt His Heavenly inspiration, 

Theai smw Him vanit^h from their sight. 

What other proof could be convincing 

Equal to the one described. 
His nail pierced hands, the table blessing. 

The way He parted from their .side. 
They must return to the disciples, 

Teill the glories they had seen, 
How the spiritual Lord and Master 

Had been with them in flesh again. 

Arriving at the Holy City, 

The hour was late and all was still, 
A group of the disciples found t'hey 

Much perplexed and sorrowful. 
They told their journey to Emmaus. 

How He walked and sat with them. 
Explained the words of .-nK-ient prophetcs 

In a rare convincing strain. 

But incredulous and doubtful 

Were the ones they came to tell, 
Their wills were held by earth-bound anchors, 

Words of others they repelled. 
While their doubts they were expressing 

Of the visions and the proofs. 
Behold! without the door unfastening 

Jesus stood within the group. 



SFIKITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 'J'.* 



Christ, tlie risen Ford', had entered 

By the spirit, in the flesh. 
All present saw Him as He uttered 

"Peace be unto you. peace and rest." 
Terrified they were and frightened. 

" 'Twas thought a spirit they beheld. 
None brave enough to even welcome 

The precious One they loved so well. 

He saw how timid were their feelings. 

And gently spoke to them again 
In word's and thoughts the most appealing 

Filled vcitli comforting ref]-ain. 
"Behold My hands, where nails have pierced them. 

And My feet, Avifh tender scars, 
Feel My flesh, with bones and tendons. 

See. 'tis I. Myself, appears. 

"A .spirit has not bones and muscles 

At? ye plainly see I have. 
Take hold My flesh, fear not to handle. 

And peace, sweet peace be unto you." 
So overjoyed and filled with rapture 

They could not speak or scarcely move. 
He asked for bread His strength to gather, 

And Avith them blessed and ate the food. 

They were convinced beyond a question 

It was His flesh that they had seen, 
And not a spirit or a vision. 

They looked again, and he was gone. 
No further doubts could be encouraged, 

Tlie Lord had risen from fhe dead. 
His reisurrection sealed the message 

Of spirtiual life beyond the grave. 

But ten disciples were assembled 

AYhen first the risen Lord appeared, 
Thomas, the absent one, contended 

That resurrection w^as absurd. 
"I can't believe till I shall see Him, 

See the nail prints in His hands. 
Feel or see the spear incision 

In His side, to understand." 



30 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CIIKLST. 



A week had lapsed since His returning. 

T'he ten rejoiced, but Thomas mourned. 
He Avould not heed hie earnest brethren 

Who talked and plead with him in vain. 
At a gathering of the eleven 

Again His presence gave them joy; 
In their midst, before them standing, 

He said, "May peace be unto you." 

To Thomas His attention lingered. 

He said, "Behold My nail-pierced hands, 
Examine th^im with thi-ne own finger, 

Have faith, believe, 'tis I who stands. 
Hold forth thine hand. My side examine 

And be convnced that I who speak, 
The Son of Man in flesh is risen 

In spirit — love .and truth to greet." 

The faith of Thomas reached perfection, 

His soul received the spiritua^l love. 
His heart rejoiced in exultation. 

His lips proclaimed. "My Lord, My Grod!" 
This second visit all had witnessed. 

None were absent or in doubt, 
They felt the spiritual force of meekness 

Transmitted through their veins of thought. 

The Apostles now all journeyed homeward 

To Galilee, the land they loved. 
To cherished hills, and homes' they treasured 

And where their Lord with them had lived 
They knew that he would tarry near them 

I-n the spirit or the flesh, 
Be their never-ceasing blessing 

And their comfort in distress. 

The cherished twelve whom Christ had chosen 

And ordained to teach His word. 
All but JudSas, now were planning 

A life's devotion to their Lord. 
Their loved ones could not face the hard.ships 

Or the trials they must bear, 
So their families" future comfort 

They in wisdom would prepare. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. :a 



Non'e would quit hi« occupation 

Till their Lord commanded them. 
They were men of rank and station. 

Upright, honored citizens. 
Some Avere builders, some were teachers, 

Some were known as fishermen. 
All were men with psychic powers. 

Much adtoired and esteemed. 

Peter's home wa.s bj- the water 

Very near Capei-nium-. 
"I go a fiisliing." quoted Peter. 

The evening foJ'Lowing their return. 
His brethren said. "We wish to join you 

And pass the night out on the sea, 
If good success should da%Nii upon you 

Our aid is yours most earnestly." 

To be together seemed their longing, 

Their very souls were harmonised. 
The unseen powers had so entwined them 

That Heaven reflected through their lives. 
The night was dark, tlie sea was even, 

Yet with their toil no fish procured; 
Returning in the grey of morning 

A voice called to them from the shore. 

"Children, have ye fish for labor, 

Have ye gathered any meat?" 
Peter calmly gave the answer, 

"Nay, our toil has been for naught." 
They scarce could see the one they answered; 

He called to them to try again — 
"Cast the net to right of anchor 

And success you'll surely find." 

The net was cast without a murmur; 

It gathered beauties by the score. 
John said, "Behold' our Lord and Master 

Is He who waits upon the shore." 
They saw Him in his Heavenly raiment. 

His countenance lit up the morn, 
The power of His influence 

Was felt by every living form. 



SriKlTUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 



Though yet some diistance on the water 

Peter plunged into the lake. 
That he might first embrace the Master, 

Be the first their. Lord' to greet. 
The brethren brought the boat to landing. 

Dragged the laden net along 
Till they reached ^N'here He was standing 

(jrlorious as the morning sun. 

The greeting AA-as a revelation 

K^imple language can't exprevss; 
A feast of spiritual inspiration 

Bestowed through His angelic grace. 
The harmonizing thought vibratio'n 

When soul is free and heart is pure. 
A plane of spiritual perfection 

The soul in bondage can't secure. 

Christ's will was thus imbued AAith poAver 

Because Grod's angek fed His soul, 
Through sympathy and not desire 

His lieart was subject to control. 
He knew His brethren felt di.sheartenod 

From fruitless toil the Avhole night long. 
His sympathy was led toward them 

And bid them cast the net again. 

The net they lowered as requested. 

It filled with choicest fish at once, 
They then beheld their spiritual Master 

And His HeaA^enly mantled countenance. 
He ministered unto their hunger, 

A sumptuous breakfast He prepared. 
Meat and bread' were on the fire 

The angels kindled at His word. 

He said, "Bring hither of the fishes 

That are yet within the net. 
Bring ashore the loaded meshes, 

Mak»^' secure the cherished meat. 
"Come, sit down, we dine together," 

He said again AA'hen all AA'as still. 
None spoke but He Avhose mystic poAA^er ' 

Was equalled only by His will. 



SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 33 



Once more He broke the breacll in silence, 

Magnetizedi it, so to speak; 
They took it from. His hand in reverence. 

The binding spell was bliss complete. 
They ate and' satisfied their hunger. 

Their sou'ls with joy were oyerwhelmed; 
The Lord each day seemed nearer, dearer. 

More pure and spiritual grew these men. 

The meal was ended. All was silent. 

Their souls with unseen spirits dined, 
Enraptured to the tension Jimit 

They sipped of life beyond this shrine. 
Christ, breaking silence, &aid to Peter, 

"Lovest thou ME, Jovest thou Me?" 
Peter's soul aggrieved gave answer, 

"Lord, Thou knowest I love Thee."' 

Christ to Peter then continued, 

"Feed My lambs, and guard My sheep; 
Fear not, tTie hosts of Heaven be witb you 

Though you suffer for My sake. 
Follow Me, thy soul be strengthened 

As fhy mind shall be inspired! 
To proclaim the spiritual blessing 

In the name of Christ the Lord." 

Aill were looking for the signal 

To gird the Master's armor on, ^ 

And go to every tongue and people 

As He so recently had dkDne; 
Tjbrough pain and suffering and torture 

The martyrs fate they all might see. 
But Christ-like in the spiritual warfare 

Would triumph in eternity. 

All were engulfed so deep in spirit \v 

Material life seemed almost lost; 
Their souls had seized the cherished! magnet 

Foretasting of the spiritual feast. 
They longed to follow when lie vanished 

Behind the veil of mortal care. 
And' stay in His celestial presence 

Where peace abides forevermore. 



34 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

"Not yet," He signalled as he left them 

"Important work to you I trust. 
Ye are My chosen, trusted servants 

Through whom must beam the spiritual grace.' 
He vanished as he iBnished speaking, 

No sign of an approaching flight, 
A breath of silent meditating 

And the veil obscured their spiritual eight. 

A meeting such as rarely witnessed 

Were those He healed by sympat'hy; 
They had assembled for the purpose 

Of seeing Him in purity. 
They gathered in a shaded garland 

On the plains of Galilee, 
An ideal place in nature's garden 

Where thousands waited patiently. 

Peter talked to those assembled 

Of the work the Lord had done, 
That His life was the example 

All mankind should aim to win. 
He told them that the crucifixion 

Had fulfilled the ancient law 
And had ended church tradition. 

Now true spiritual thoughts could flow. 

While Peter talked, behold the Master 

Stood before the multitude; 
His presence filled each soul with rapture. 

Each voice proclaimed Him truly God. 
He blest them with a spiritual blessing 

That filled their souls with boundless love, 
Each heart rejoiced beyond expression 

To see His resurrection proved. 

He told the people that His kingdom 

Was born of God, and spiritual, 
And that the new Jerusalem • " 

Was the Heaven prepared for souls. 
He exhorted them to trust in spirit, 

Fear God and seek to know His grac*, 
The ways of righteousness to cherish 

And Heaven would be their home at last. 



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He requested all who heard Him 

To bear the tidin.as near and far 
To 'all the world and every nation 

And be Hie spiritual messengers. 
He told fh'em that the Lord of Heaven 

Was the Father of mankind 
Ajid to His children He had given 

Psyctic power and spdritual minds. 

He further pictured Heaven's kingdom 

As many mansion's in tlie space, 
A spiritual kingdom built with domains 

Boundtlese as the undveree. 
He said, "I go unto My Father 

To prepare for you a place; 
Be ye faithful, love each other, 

Watcli to hear the angeJ's voice." 

A prayer of wondrous thought and beauty 

Tbe Lord Himself arranged for them, 
A model of simpllicity, 

Embracing all the needs of men. 
He told them that their supplication 

Should be spiritual and' brief; 
The soul should have the 'heart's cojiceseion 

To insure the promised peace, 

"Our Heavenly Father, we adore Thee, 

Hallowed be Thy sacred name; 
Thy kingdom come, we do implore Thee, 

Forever on the earth remain. 
Thy will be done in earth's dominion 

Everywhere without reserve, 
*xhe same as in the realm of Heaven 

Where holy angels voice Thy word." 

"Give us this day our food and raiment, 

Our many trespasses forgive 
As we forgive and cancel judgment 

To our claims that sorely grieve. 
Protect us from temptation's luring, 

Save our souls from evil's dream, 
For Thine the kingdom, power and glory, 

Now and evermore. Amen." 



36 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

The multitude seemed joined to Heaven 

By the flow of spiritual thought 
That so powerfully descended 

From His iips at every breath. 
His words on this sublime occasion 

Were plain, and not in piarables, 
Soul to soul a spiritual lesson 

Surpass>ing aJ'l His miracles. 

He talked for hours to thef^e people; 

Their attention was spellbound, 
Never man gave such example 

Or any teachings so profound'. 
Ere His talking He had ended, 

To the ones ordained He S'aid, 
"Rejoice to dio what I commanded, 

Your joy no man can turn aside." 

He to'Idi them that once more they'd see Him, 
._ Meet Him at JerusaJem, 

Where His message He would leave them 

Before ascending to the throne. 
H'e then dismissedi the spiritual meeting 

Bidding them to meet again, 
Promising His spiritual blessing 

To all who gathered in His name. 

The Feast of Pentecost was nearing 

When all the Jews in Palestine 
In honor of the ancient custom 

Went yearly tO' Jerusalem. 
Twelve days before the Feast in question, 

Christ's mother and a company 
With the Apostles He had chosen 

Left the land' of Galilee. 

To Jerusalem they journeyed 

G-uid'ed by the angel bandi. 
Who led them to the Temple City 

By the spirit king's command. 
They waited with the expectation 

That the King of Kings would come 
In a glorious revelation 

Of spirit beauty and renown. 



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His appearance sooii they witnessed, 

Mutual love bound soul to soul; 
His beaming ^ace was so majestic 

Heaven's blessin'ge o'er them rolled; 
Earth with it's cares all seemed to vanish, 

They were entranced by spirit power, 
Heaven appeared with untold fullness. 

TTiey viewed the grand celestial sTiore. 

His parting message and' His blessing 

He gave to those He had ordained 
To begin the spiritual teaching 

At once, and at Jerusalem. 
To teach mankind of every nation, 

That the spiritual age has dawned. 
And' tTiat now the generations 

Must believe to be redeemed. 

This belief in sriritual freedom 

From tradition's brazen band, 
To gain by faith and consecration 

Develonment to things more grand; 
The soul of man must greet the spirit 

Free from mind or heart's desire. 
Then influence sympathetic 

Grenerates the psychic power. 

To Mount Olivet He led them, 

'On the same pretentious street 
Once was strewn wifhi palms before Him 

As He neared the City gate. 
The highway now seemed calm and peaceful, 

Only travelers on the way. 
He led His kind'red and Apostles 

Out as far as Bethany. 

The band were so engrosi=fed m spirit 

They moved outside tbe mortal plane. 
And* none but those of spiritual merit 

Could see or hear His last refrain. 
Once more He looked and wept in anguisTi 

O'er the doomed Jerm^alem; 
He foresaw the Temple perish 

Uoid'er selfishness and sin. 



38 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

He said' to them, "My trusted people, 

Begin ye at Jerusalem," 
They turned their faces toward the Temple, 

Again their hearts misjudging Him. 
"Lord," they said, "Wilt Thou restore us 

Israel's kingdom at this time? 
Place upon a^ throne before ue 

A wise and comprehensive king?" 

Again He answered them, and plainly, 

That certain things no man should know; 
The times and seasons of Grod's glory 

He kept within His own control; 
Many gifts His hand had given, 

Many precioue promises. 
But the angels of His kingdom 

Seldom knew His purposes. 

As they beheld the gorgeous city 

With its palaces so grand. 
Though stadned with blood and perfidy, 

Corrupt in every kind of sin — 
Could they think such vile pollution 

Might be cleaneted' and purified 
Sufficient for the Lord of Heaven 

To condescend to occupy? 

He led them on into the mountain 

Till Gethsemane was hid from view, 
And Calvary's scenes were quite forgotten. 

His heart's last grief was now subdued; 
Here from every appreheii&ion 

Of the curious and vain 
He celebrated hie ascension 

To the Heavenly home again. 

His solemn, spiritual, parting blessing 

He gave to those few faithful friends 
Who had shared His tribulation. 

Leaving all at His command. 
His nail-pierced hands He stretched' above them 

Ae they bowed in reverence, 
The spiritual chariot was descending 

From the Throne of Providence. 



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As His blessing fell npoii them 

A brilliant robe appeared to fall 
From the open doors of Heaven 

Upon the spiritual "Lord of All." 
Then transfiguration's story 

Was surpassed in spiritual flow. 
For Heaven rejoiced with aJl its glory 

And' all its hosts re-echoed joy. 

They saw the chariot receive Him 

And slowly rise toward Heaven's door 
Where their hands could never clasp Him 

And his voice they'd hear no more. 
But failing down as He ascended 

They worshipped Him in prayer and praise, 
And watched till every gleam had ended. 

And still intently kept their gaze. 

When all had vanished from their vision 

They looked intently in the sky 
Until two white-robed spiritual beings 

Adidressed them from the realm on high. 
They told them that as Christ ascended 

From their midst to Heaven above 
He wonld return with arms extended 

To claim the souls that sought His love. 

That was enough, their souls were happy 

In the joy unspeakable, 
They hastened to the Holy City 

To tell the scenes so spiritual. 
The women and their kindred' joined them 

In a feast of spiritual thought, 
That bore a taint of inspiration 

From the cherished truth they sought. 

Oh. blessed thought and cherished truth, 

The life of Christ is All in All; 
The man of clear and perfect faith 

In influences spiritual. 
The angels were His constant servants. 

They fed His soul with spiritual food. 
His every act was born of spirit, 

The natural, spiritual Son of God. 



40 SPIRITUAL LIFE OF CHRIST. 

The grandest and' most perfect model 

Ever known on earth's domain. 
The life God gave for pure example 

That men might know the spiritual man. 
Love God, love man, love sphntual teaching, 

Unfold the soul to sympathy. 
The unseen messengers' are preaching, 

Behold his spiritual sovereignty. 



CHRIST BLESSING LITTLE CHILDREN. 41 



CHRIST BLESSING LITTLE CHILDREN. 



The beautiful thought 

Of our Savior on earth, 
When His Holiness mingled with men. 

When His comforting love 

To the lowly went forth 
And He called little children to Him. 

He pressed to His boeom 

The children so dear, 
And His smile was a Blessing to see. 

As His hand touched their foreheads 

He eaid soft and clear, 
**Let the little ones come unto ME." 



(Chorus.) 

Jeeus blest the children; 

His arms enfolded them, 
His blessing in the Father's name was given; 

With thoughts unrestrained 

He bid them come to Him, 
*'For of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." 



He pictured in words 

The Heavenly scenes; 
Told how childlike the Angels remain; 

With a babe in His arms 

His countenance shone. 
And He blest it again and again. 

Could I know that His Blessing 

Had fallen on my head. 
The thought would be Heaven to me, 

To have listened and heard 

His voice when He said, 
■"Let the little ones come unto ME." 



42 CHRIST BLESSING LITTLE CHILDREN. 

He liae gone from the earth 

To the Father's abode. 
Where the Saints and Redeemed Spirits dwell; 

Where God in His Holiness 

Judges with love. 
In Heaven, the Home of the Soul. 

The Angelic children 

Are numberless there. 
And live in the Grace of His love; 

Yet to earth. His great arms 

Are stretched everywhere, 
To bear worthy c'hildren above. 



(Chorus.) 

Jesus loves the children, 

He gladly welcomes them; 
His blessing in the Father's name is given; 

With feelings unrestrained 

He bids each child to come, 
"For of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." 



SPIRITUAL SUPPLICATION. 43 



SPIRITUAL SUPPLICATION. 



Loved ones bring us spirit tidings 

From, the soul's eternal rest, 
Bring us comfort to the longings 

That our anxious souls express; 
Bring to us the guardian angel, 

Help to concentrate our minds, 
On the life beyond the mortal 

And the home not built with hands. 



Fathers, guide us and protect us, 

Shield us from life's trying storms, 
Your impressions we will cherish 

Though in spirit they are born. 
Mothers, come to soothe and comfort 

Aching hearts and burdened minds; 
Sympathy of mother's spirit 

Is the soul's most sweet refrain. 



Brothers, sisters, bring us greeting 

From the life beyond the grave; 
Your influence we are seekmg. 

Give us thoughts of spiritual love. 
Help us to dispel the shadows 

That ofttimes obscure our lives. 
Bring us messages of gladness 

From the realm of Paradise. 



Loving children we are watching 

For your spirits to return, 
With a comfort-giving blessing 

To the hearts that for you mourn. 
Turn our sadness to rejoicing; 

Linger at our firesides; 
Tell ns through our sou'l's impression 

That with us you yet abide. 



44 SPIRITUAL SUPPLICATION. 

Angels from the spirit kingdom 

Help our loyed ones to return; 
Help us give our souls the freedom 
' That we may know them when they come; 

Work through Ucs with spirit forces, 
• Make our lives more spiritual, 

Unfold within our own resources 

The unseen powers so beautiful. 



TRIBUTE TO ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. 45 



TRIBUTE TO THE TALENTS OF 
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. 



Like the sympathetic sunshine 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox sends 
Noble thoughts to fellow creatures 

Through the medium of her pen. 
Volumes of her inspiration 

Have been heralded to men. 
By her energetic nature 

And her intellectual brain. 

Her words are mother nature's wooing 

To the gifted human race, 
Using her whose hand is willing 

To her fond affection trace. 
Nature owns us as Her children, 

Though we're prone to waywardness, 
She would woo our souls to freedom 

By Her messages of grace. 

Through the concentrated talents 

Of our gifted heroine, 
Minds today are better balanced 

By the imprint of her pen. 
While her mantle beams with grandeur 

And angelic influence. 
Her soul reflects a splendor 

Of a spiritual eloquence. 

Her advice and rare example 

To the people of our time, 
Are so timely, yet so gentle, 

They develope thoughts sublime. 
Men of judgment oft are strengthened 

By Her talented appeals. 
And narrow minds are broadened 

By the knowledge she unseals. 



46 TRIBUTE TO ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. 

Like the wondrous Nazerene 

She exemplifies the true, 
in a sympathetic strain 

Imparted only by the few. 
Reproducing in a measure 

The lesson of the Gross, 
And the spiritual endeavor 

To unfold the purest thought. 

The principles of Washington 

Ne'er were grander than her themes; 
The wisdom of our Lincoln 

Not more famed than thoughts she blende; 
As the great renowned Napoleon, 

She "has fathomed caverns deep. 
And surmounted heights to freedom 

On the waves her lines create. 

What work so grand or beautiful 

■ Has ever been attained 
By mortal being in the world 

In any modern 'time, 
As that so justly championed 

By the truely gifted hand 
Of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 

Whose thoughts appeal so grand. 

Her volumes are a monument. 

In the thinking reader's mind, 
That never can diminish 

By the ravages of time; 
Her friends by millions praise her. 

For the light her work has given, 
Upon the mystic future 

And the spiritual way to Heaven. 



SPIRITUAL REJOICING MELODY. 47 



SPIRITUAL REJOICING MELODY. 



The joy of our loved ones will flourish 

And gladden our sensitive minds, 
When we live in the love of the spirit 

And exemplify "Good will to men." 
And whjen we commune with our loved ones 

Through threads that our sympathy weaves, 
Then Heaven will blend with our natures 

And earth will be Eden, revised. 



The Heavenly hosts are rejoicing 
To see the mists clearing away, 

For the curtains of Heaven to open 
And receive the regenerate day. 



The cherished Christ life now is dawning, 

Its beauty we clearly behold, 
The children of men are proclaiming 

More freedom to spirit and soul. 
Broadened views are received by the people, 

Our minds sense the spiritual blend. 
And long for the perfect example 

Of sympathy, given to men. 



Oh! hasten the spiritual kingdom. 

That harmony of thought will unfold. 
When earth will be ceded to Heaven, 

The perpetual courts be unveiled. 
When angels and spirits and mortals 

Will all know the God of the realm. 
And enter the sanctified portals 

In the Heavenly Jerusalem. 



48 SPIRITUAL SYMPATHY, 



SPIRITUAL SYMPATHY. 



Modest as the evening zephyrs 

Are the spirit calls, 
Gentle as the softest whisper 

Their entreaties fall. 
Tenderly their love vibrations 

Luminate our sonls. 
With a flow of inspiration 

Spirit power controls. 



Great Spirit universal 
Father of mankind, 

Harmonize our souls immortal 
To perpetual blend. 



Give us messages 'of comfort 

From our vanished friends, 
Who are happy in the Spirit 

Free and unrestrained. 
May the freedom of our loved one® 

With their forms unveiled, 
Bring us to tlie cherished Kingdom 

With the truth revealed. 



May our sympathetic natures 

Grow more sensitive. 
And develop truths to treasure 

Proving Spiritual love. 
Lead us by the wajs ^of wisdom 

Christ exemplified, 
And the perfect Spiritual Kingdom 

Into Paradise. 



AUTUMN THOUGHTS. 49 



AUTUMN THOUGHTS. 



The season of rest from summer's grave cares-- 

Seems welcome to ideal nature, 
For care-worn and faded the foliage appears 

And her tboughts seem to be of the futurfe 
~^he forest nymph plays hide and seek with the i»aves 

The golden and scarlet they proffer. 
And prepare to recline in natural ease 

Through the silent repose of the winte- 



The fruits of the 'orchard are gathered and primeu. 
The corn and the grain is all measured, 

_ iio husbandman shelters his cattle and swine 
And the iireside beams with his pleasure. 

■Decline of the Autumn, a scene most complete 
Of any expression in nature. 

symbolic of passing the earthly retreat, 
- From the journey of life to the future. 



50 SPIRITUAL EASTERTIDE. 



SPIRITUAL EASTERTIDE. 



Awake, my dreamy vision 

The gladdened forms beliold, 
■New life adorns earth's garden 

Fresh beauties to unfold: 
The angels are rej'oicing. 

With joy their songs express, 
All nature beams with gladness 

And Heavenly tenderness: 

The seasons bring 

New life so grand 
To bless mankind, 

And angel voices s!ng, 
"Behold the Prince of Heaven, 

Return to us, Oh, King! 
For Christ the Lord has risen 

And conquered Death and sin." 



The tender buds and blossoms 

Proclaim, in grand array, 
Their reverence and devotion 

For Resurrection day. 
The warble of the song-birds 

With their enchanted ring, 
Re-echo sweetest music, 

In melodies of spring. 

Fond nature may you oft repeat 

This lesson of the spring, 
And reproduce it more complete 

And greater wisdom bring. 
The artificial grandeur. 

And studied solemn form, 
Though grand, it bears a measure 

Unfit f'or easter morn. 



SPIRITUAL EASTERTIDE. 51 



Great Spirit of the universe 

On us reflect tliy love. 
Convey Thy choicest t5lessing 

Into our spirit livee. 
Endow us with Thy wisdom 

To know and comprehend, 
The never fading beauty 

Of Thy perpetual realm. 

The sight development of Soul 

Like Milton's work portrays, 

A special gift from Heaven's fold 
That spirit love conveys. 



52 PHYSIC MEDITATIONS. 



PHYSIC MEDITATIONS. 



When spring in all its beauty 

Commemorate© new birth. 
All Nature smiles so sweetly 

All over mother earth. 
Creation gives expression 

To earth's magnificence, 
And naught but resurrection 

So beams with eloquence. 



Again when golden sunbeams 

Mature the germs of spring, 
And summer smiles her welcome 

O'er boundless garlands green; 
Then thoughts of admiration 

Enthuse progressive minds, 
Towards Nature's inspiration 

And development sublime. 



Ae summer's graceful bowers 

So soon must know decline, 
Transforming buds and flowers 

To lessons m^ore sublime; 
The gray and brown of autumn 

Maturity proclaims, 
When past scenes are forgotten 

And to nature all returns. 



Repose is autumn's greeting 

The final rest from care, 
And nature's mystic sleeping 

That everything must share. 
All foliage, fruits and verdure 

Return to mother earth. 
While insects, birds and beasts cancur 

With man in future birth. 



PHYSIC MEDITATIONS. 53 

All life upon the earth-plane 

Is limited and veiled. 
To mortal understanding 

Though deepest thought prevails. 
The sensitive emotions 

We feel but cannot see, 
Are spiritual vibrations 

Of mortal souls set free. 

Great Spirit, pure in wisdom, 

Whose plans have never changed, 
Renew the spiritual freedom 

That long has been restrained. 
Cause peaceful understanding 

And harmony to blend, 
With visions from the kingdom 

Of the New Jerusalem. 



5^ SAINT JOHN. 



SAINT JOHN 

The Medium, Apostle and Evangelist. 

Saint John, the gifted prophet 

And psycic messenger. 
His life imbued with spirit 

Modest, sensitive and clear 
His talents were amazdng 

As he caused them to unfold. 
He held clairvoyant vision 

Within his soul's control. 

A kinsman of the precious Christ, 

Saint John, His special love 
His mind engrossed with purest thoughts 

His soul in freed'om moved; 
He viewed the vast invisible 

With rare intelligence, 
And from his sympathetic soul 

He talked with eloquence. 

The youngest of the chosen twelve 

He followed soul and heart, 
He loved to do the Master's will 

And spirit love impart. 
The tenderest vibrations 

He continually gave, 
And conducted Inspiration 

By messages of love. 

Giving out a true reflection 

Of the perfect life of Christ, 
Was the tenure of his mission 

And he walked in Righteousness. 
He gave the pure unbiasg'd truth 

In love from soul to soul. 
And freely voiced Inspired thought 

Through spiritual control. 



SAINT JOHN. 5^ 



John was closer than a brother 

To the wondrous Nazerene, 
Mutual love they shared together, 

Shared each other's true esteem; 
Walked with Christ as His companion, 

Sat at table by His 6ide_ 
At the great Transfiguration 

Heard the words the angels said. 

He was grieved at Christ's betrayal 

By the traitor's treachery, 
Stayed beside Him in His trial, 

At His side on Calvary. 
By the Master's form he lingered 

Till it lay within the tomb, 
Saw the spirit forces gathered 

To respond the last amen. 

Is it wonder that his tC'aching 

So reflected Christ's career, 
When mutual devotion 

Made their friendship so sincere? 
Christ's soul transformed to spirit 

In mantled form returned; 
And through the friend He cherished 

The spiritual work went on. 

His journal is a volume 

Of gifted th'ought expressed, 
The unrestrained reflection 

Of Christ's life reproduced; 
His written exhortations 

Beam with wisdom most sublime. 
And many manifestations 

Of spirit love returned. 

He was gifted as a prophet 

And devout evangelist; 
As a being nearer perfect 

Than any man but Christ. 
He preached the truth and proved it. 

By the self sustaining power; 
He practiced and believed it 

With a spiritual desire. 



56 SAINT JOHN. 



His conscientious teacliing 

Of spiritual sovereignty, 
Ijo Nero was displeasing 

In his seifi«h dignity; 
And Nero gave instructions 

That John be borne away 
Jo an isle of desolation, 

Of mountains in the sea. 

Patmois the isolated place 

Where .Tohn was sent to dwell, 
Her natives were a savage race 

Except those in exile. 
His greatest grief in banishment 

From friends in spiritual faith. 
Was, lacking his encouragement 

Some might fall from grace. 

This malice of King Nero 

To the growing truth restrain, 
"Was futile as an echo 

On a barren, treeless plain; 
For John's cherished fields of labor 

Flourished as the buds of spring; 
Vnd his soul was even nearer 

The ascended Spirit King. 

The Book of Revelation 

John wrote on Patmos Isle, 
Through Spirit manifestations 

And science of the soul. 
To his perfect passive nature , 

His soul was sensitive. 
And Heaven's mystic splendor 

In visions were displayed. 

The great unchanging Spirit 

Caused the mortal shades to yield, 
And for the time to vanish 

That Heaven might be revealed — 
So future generations 

Could clearly comprehend 
The fullness and perfection 

Of Heaven's Immortal Shrine. 



SAINT JOHN. 



As he viewed the princely splendor 

In the courts of Paradise. 
And saw tne Great Creator 

Of a thousand worlds like this; 
On His throne of such magnificence 

That natural sight would fail 
To look upon its radiance 

Unprotected by the veil. 

In the grandeur, and the beauty 

Of the shinging courts so bright, 
He beheld a wondrous city 

With mansions pearly white; 
Its palaces of crystal 

More brilliant than the sun, 
Engraved as the Celestial 

And the New Jerusalem. 

As the grand, enchanting vision. 

Lured his soul to Paradise, 
He became a guest of Heaven 

And the pure angelic host. 
There love beyond description 

Filled the boundless realm of space, 
And music gave expression 

To its harmony and peace. 

But another scene he witnessed 

From the mortal side of life— 
Of remorse, despair and anguish 

Courting misery and grief. 
In a loathsome, selfisli chasm 

Where earth-bound souls must stay 
To develop Spiritual wisdom 

That in life they cast away. 

Countless souls in judgment 

Were waiting in suspense, 
For Spiritual development 

And growth to bear them hence; 
Mostly those who followed heretic's 

Rather than the plaintive soul. 
And honored man instead of Spirit, 

Or selfishness their lives contrrlled. 



58 SAINT JOHN. 



When his trance condition ended 

And his soul from Heaven returned. 
He fully comprehended 

That perfection must be earned 
In the vmeyard of the Master 

Harmonizing fellow men, 
Aiding souls to move with Nature 

In her sympathetic blends. 

John's life had been devoted 

To unfoldment of men's eouls. 
And the wisdom he imparted 

Was profound and spiritual. 
He had mildly sensed the beauty 

Of Spirit power tlirough faith, 
But his vision proved its glory 

A thousand times more great. 

He resolved that every creature 

Should hear and know the truth, 
Through messengers and teachers 

The Spirit vine should fruit. 
His pen portrayed the vision 

That God Himself revealed, 
In holiness and wisdom. 

The words inscribed and sealed. 

His warnings to the Church 

Of the Spiritual belief, 
To beware of Anti-Christs 

Who would lure their souls to grief. 
And compromise the spiritual 

By works unauthorizied. 
So formal and traditional 

That truth is ostracised. 

His journal while in exile 

Was a fount of sympathy, 
Flowing to him from the angels 

In the realm of purity. 
Nero's malice proved a blessing 

To the races of mankind, 
Through the psycic revelation 

Of the Evangelist Saint John. 



CHRISTMAS TIDE. r)5> 



CHRISTMAS TIDE. 

The welcome and joyous Christmastide 

Conveys to the thoughtful mind, 
Charming thoughts of spiritual love — 

The love that redeemed mankind. 
More than nineieen centuries ago 

In the Asiatic clime, 
From the spirit abode, and by God bestowed, 

A suiritual king was born. 



A messenger from the spirit realm 

To the faithful shepherds came, 
And told them that, in Bethlehem, 

Was born the King of Kings; 
The messenger showed them a brilliant star 

That led to the humble bed 
Where the mother and spiritual stranger were 

Who was born to awake the dead. 



'j-he gift was the grandest ever made 

To the races of mankind. 
It was in this gift that God conveyed 

Freedom of soul and mind. 
To the freedom of soul He left control 

For man to exemplify, 
But man has failed, through selfish will, 

And bound his soul thereby. 



So the Christmas anniversary 

Tells the dawn of spiritual birth. 
And all mankind, for centuries. 

Have hallowed its sacred worth. 
And year after year, as the time draws near 

To commemorate the day. 
Good will appears with gifts to cheer 

All the world in a spiritual way. 



60 THOUGHT REFLECTIONS. 



THOUGHT REFLECTIONS. 

Minds are narrow and contracted 

That adhere to prejudice, 
And denounce as wrong transacted 

Certain kinds of business. 
Take, for instance, those who measure 

In the various games of chance, 
Or who plan for public pleasure 

For a worthy recompense; 
Also, those who deal in spirits 

Are condemned oft-times unjust, 
For every industry has merit, 

And every enterprise is just; 
Every calling knows pollution 

From vagrancy to sacred trust, 
But, from among the callingi? mentioned, 

Never grew an anti-Christ. 



WHERE IS PEACE AND REST? 61 

WHERE IS PEACE AND REST? 

Can you tell me, roaring tempest, 

Of a land of real delight, 
Where perfection of the sweetest 

Banish cares from memories sight; 
Free from torrid heat of summer, 

Or the winter's frigid blast; 
Where fictitious nride^don't murmur 

To allure the soul from rest? 
Can you tell me, roaring tempest. 

Of a land in any clime, 
Where the heart and mind can banish 

Every grief, beyond all time? 

The roaring tempest, whispering low. 

With a sigh of pity, answered: "No." 

Can you tell me, gentle breezes, 

Of some spot devoid of care, 
Where contentment never ceases 

And vexations never mar? 
Where no selfishness or sorrow^ 

Ever darkens night or day, 
And noi longing for the morrow 

Or regret in any way? 
Kindly tell me, gentle zephyrs, 

If you know of such a shore 
Where contentment lasts forever 

And vexations nevtr mar? 

The answer of the gentle breeze: 

"I think beyond the mystic seas." 

Can you tell me, golden sunshine, ' 

If on earth there is a place 
Where enchantment fills the daytime 

And contentment rules the space? 
Where humanity ne'er ages 

Beyond the princely prime of life, 
Where no sickness ever rages. 

Or fatigue from toil cr strife. 
Kindly tell me, golden sun-beam, 

If you know^ of such a shore; ' 

Where repose is simply dreamland, 

And enchantment, evermore? . - 



62 WHERE IS PEACE AND REST? 

The sorrowing sun-beam answer traced, 
"Not on earth is such a place." 

Can you tell me, silvery moonlight, 

If your journeyings take you through 
Any land or any planet 

That is free from grief and woe? 

Where no yearning, and no longing, 

Haunts the minds of people there, 
And sweet peace is ever dawning 

With tranquility so dear? 
Kindly whisper, pallid moonbeams. 

If a place like this you know, 
Where fraternal spirits blossom 

As sweet Eden long ago? 

The moon lay silent on her bed, 

And negatively shook heV head. 

Can you tell me, plaintive conscience, 

Of the rest the heart desires, 
From every care or grievance — 

The spot to which the soul aspires? 
Of the realm, beyond these portals, 

Where sweet music is inspired 
By the presence of the angels 

And the real seraphic choir? > 

Can my conscience by impression 

Tell me of the realm of bliss, 
And inspire a comprehension 

Of eternal blessedness? 

Yes. Oh! yes; the conscience answers; 

There's a rest to mortals given. 
Where the pure in heart can anchor 

In the realm of rest in Heaven. 



ANGEL'S GREETING. «a 



ANGELS* GREETING. 



The angels are here, my soul to bless 

With the spirit's boundless love; 
They bring me a message of hope and peace 

From the mansion home above: 
The baud is united to bear me away, 

To the home of my kindred and friends, 
Where happiness reigns in eternity, 

In the home that is built without hands. 

Oh, my beautiful angel band, 

Your presence enraptures my mind; 

On your wings of pure white, to the regions so bright 
You will carry my spirit home. 

To the selfish themes of my life, farewell! 

I'm preparing to journey soon 
To the realms where immortal spirits dwell. 

And where trials will be unknown. 
My heart seems to feel the angels' appeal 

To prepare for the spiritual home. 
Where harmonies blend, and joys never end, 

And where sorrow will be outgrown. 



64 MEDIUMSHIP. ANCIENT AND MODERN. 



MEDIUMSHIP, ANCIENT AND MODERN. 



The noteworthy prophets of ancient renown, . 

The talented sensitive seers; 
Those familiar in spirit, and gifted in tongue, 

All reflected God's mantle most clear. 
They were oftentimes called in their busiest hours; 

^yere chosen sometimes while at rest; 
And bid to arise, and obey spirit power. 

And voice tnoughts the angels express. 



There were wise men, and dreamers, and readers of fate. 

And leaders inspired to guide, 
Who received and imparted God's sincerest thought 

Through gifts that the spirits conveyed; 
The exceptions are few, where God Himself came 

To deliver a message to man; 
Though, to Moses appeared, in fire and flame, 

And His presence convulsed sea and land. 



With Abraham and .Tacob, the angels convened 

And blended their minds to God's will; 
To Joseph the spirits gave visions and dreams. 

And with wisdom inspired his soul. 
The prophet Elijah, and Samuel the seer; 

King David, and Solomon the wise. 
Were people endowed with the spiritual ear. 

And were gifted with clairvoyant eyes. . 



How enchanting the thought of the angelic voice 

Calling, ''Samuel! Samuel! come forth!" 
The innocent child sought his master in haste. 

Saying, ''Here am I, Eli, my Lord." 
Every age since creation has known spirit growth 

In some form of sensitive blend; 
From Adam, in Eden, 'till Christ came to earth 

And exemplified "Good will to men." 



MEDIUMSHIP, ANCIENT AND MODERN. 65 

The beautiful, sensitive teachings of Christ, 

A perpetual spiritual flow, 
From which every soul can be nurtured and blest, 

By accepting the love He bestows: 
These thoughts of the spiritual trend of the past 

Are reflecting to-day bright and dear, 
And those prophets were mediums, born to exist, 

God's talented children they were. 

The resemblance to-day, to the ages gone by, 

Are striking in many respects, 
The world courting form and outward display, 

Many temples are naught but deceit. 
The spiritual lessons are mocked and debased; 

Men barter their souls to oppress 
The god of their hearts are possessions they trace, 

And their soul's only comfort, "Success." 

No gift in God's dowery sO' grand to obtain, 

Or that echoes so plainly His love, 
As mediumsliip with harmonious blend 

In touch with the angels above. 
Should those sturdy of will mock the medium's call 

By harsh words, or acts of contempt. 
Ne'er shrink from the mission that appeals to the soul, 

This is testing the spiritual strengtli. 

All those called must be tried, and often severe. 

Think of Job, or of Christ in the flesh; 
Of Daniel, who earnestly prayed without fear, 

And of those in the fiery test. 
The multitude countless whom the angels liave called. 

Though a small army numbers the true. 
Who have triumphed temptation, ne'er faltered or failed, 

And whose works are a perfect review. 

Our own age is blest with those gifted with thought. 

And endowed to hear sensitive voice. 
With spiritual talents, of vision and sight. 

Some comfort the sick and distressed. 
There are many endowed with a genius's brain, 

Who bring comfort to earth in that way; 
And teachers and statesmen and leaders of men; 

Many talented lights beam to-day. 



66 MEDIUMSHIP, ANCIENT AND MODERN. 

Napoleon's great plan when well understood 

Was a contest for freedom of soul, 
Whicli time would have proved to fill many needs 

In spiritual mind and control. 
A prophet and seer, as was Lincoln the great; 

And McKinley by spirit was led. 
Their spirits continue through others to speak 

And re-echo" their words and their deeds. 



THOUGHT VIBRATIONS. (57 



THOUGHT VIBRATIONS. 



In all artistic walks of life 

There's no accomplishment 

So beautiful, or void of strife, 
As soul's development. 



Oh, Liberty reflect the strains 

Whereof the syrens sing. 
When Heaven's songs are earth's refrains 

And Christ o'er all is King. 



68 THE EXISTENCE OF A GOD. 



THE EXISTENCE OF A GOD. 



Some scientists of world-wide fame 

Whose knowledge knows no bounds, 
And some whose scholarships proclaim 

Their knowledge great and sound. 
Have cried aloud, "There is no God." 

"No period of creation," 
"That earth was always, and could prove" 

"The Bible books all fiction." 



'Tis well that only few believe 

Such theories and reason; 
The multitudes won't be deceived 

By atheists derision. 
These simple facts quite plainly prove 

That real fanaticism 
Is born and bred by whims imbued 

In excessive education. 



The Grod exists in everything, 

The sun and moon and stars, 
The firmament is held by Him, 

So matchless are His powers. 
All natural growth reflects His will; 

The ocean tides proclaim it, 
The seasons show His presence real, 

The winds and storms sustain it. 



The living monsters of the deep. 

The reptiles of the land. 
All beasts and birds and things that creep, 

And His likened image, man. 
Oh, atheist, hide your guilty face; 

Fanatic, seek the dark; 
'Tis God that gives you life and grace; 

Behold His matchless work. 



THE EXISTENCE OF A GOD. bU 



We feel His presence day by day, 

His anger or His pleasure. 
Though form invisible to tlie eye 

His wisdom, rules that measure. 
If He thought best to let us see 

His form with spirit vision, 
Like thought the mystic veil He'd free 

And we'd view the spirit Heaven. 

To see Him on His Heavenly throne 

In His court with spotless angels, 
And hear seraphic music sung 

By tlie shining robed immortals; 
Would cause our eyes to fix their gaze. 

Our ears to always listen, 
Towards the glory and the praise 

Beyond this earthly kingdom. 



POPULAR PHILANTHROPY. 



POPULAR PHILANTHROPY 

And the Most Highly Esteemed in the Land. 



While musing o'er philanthropy, 

And lives of humane folk, 
The models of humanity 

Of past and present note; 
The muse is most inspiring 

And exalting to the mind, 
To blend our thoughts admiring 

These noblest traits of man. 
The first renowned Philanthropist 

Of which we will converse 
And by Whose will all things exist, 

He made the Universe, 
Again in Joseph we behold 

A model of this type; 
His striking modesty foretold 

Virtues true and bright. 



The inspired Moses of the past 

This model' plate of man, 
For love of freedom sacrificed 

Honor, to free his clan. 
The Prophet Daniel loved mankind 

To such a high degree 
By constant thoughts and deeds combined 

Wrought peace and harmony. 



The grandest type of philanthropy 

The world has ever known, 
A model, too. of piety 

Exemplified for man — 
Is .Tesus Christ, the Sanctified. 

W^hose character was love, 
His benevolence has verified 

Peace with man and God. 



POPULAR PHILANTHROPY. 71 

Girard, a marvel in his time 

Of unsectarian grace, 
Did noble work on wisdom's line 

That time cannot erase. 
To Peter Cooper much is due 

From millions of mankind; 
His noble acts so good and true, 

Had magnitude divine. 



Had Abram Lincoln lived to see 

The wisdom he proclaimed, 
His heart would swell with ecstacy, 

So perfectly he planned. 
Our noble Gladstone leaves behind 

Influence truly great; 
Such honest zeal we seldom find, 

Such thoughts we rarely state. 



AvS time rolls by, each age is blest 

By living demonstrators. 
Whose lives and talents do not rest 

From good toward fellow creatures. 
The grandest lives can't always boast 

Of wealth at their command; 
But time and talent, free of cost, 

They offer to mankind. 
A^ast sums in cash, oft'times appraised 

To endow, or build a theme, 
If a like amount or more is raised — 

A real oppression scheme: 
The donor lauded by the press 

For benevolence with his wealth. 
When the real and true Philanthropist 

Is he who toils for health. 
'Tis not a duty or command 

For one that's blest with riches, 
To give a cent, or even lend 

To a cause against his wishes. 
But thor-e who by progressive gain 

With incomes vastly great, 
When prompted to a cause maintain 

Should bravely make a slate. 



72 POPULAR PHILANTHROPY. 

Tp build, endow, and man their cause 
Or unrestrained assist, 

Or better they would cease their noise, 
Keep their coin and not oppress. 



Many people seek the aged, 

To their comforts give a hand, 
This seems justly lauded 

'Tis the time for cares to span. 
Then, the orphan is an object 

Of so many generous hearts, 
This is, too, a worthy subject 

For benevolence to impart. 



But the orphan has attention 

From the popular social sway. 
More inclined to moral suasion 

Than the young folks of to-day; 
Who by parents are neglected — 

People well-to-do, I quote, 
Whose paths are unprotected, 

And fall prey to vice and sport. 

The grandest aim of philanthropy 

That presents itself to-day, 
Is led by one of integrity 

In the highest moral way. 
This friend plans for the future 

By attractions for the good. 
And entice from pits of danger 

Young men of every creed. 



The commodious rooms of welcome 

Made inviting every way. 
By art and moral training 

Are the modern Y. M. C. A. 
And this champion of honor 

Is Miss Grould, whose life we praise, 
And whose work deserves the banner, 

The Philanthropist of the age. 



POPULAR PHILANTHROPY. 73 

From reflection of her goodness 

Her generous acts behold, 
Aids in secret and in kindness 

Much that ne'er was told. 
Time and money without question 

She bestows to Y. M. C. A. 
With only the worthy suggestion 

To save the young man of to-day. 

Miss Helen Miller Gould, we greet you 

As the one whose willing hand 
Is a guiding star from vshore to shore 

And a beacon to the land. 



Ti THOUGHT REFLECTIONS. 



THOUGHT REFLECTIONS. 



To (Ion for life a teacher's armor, 

Be a Avarrior of tlie CroBs, 
Is the highest mark of honor 

Mortal being ever passed. 
Teachers, to impart the spirit 

And to culture souls of men, 
Should be pure as Christ was perfect, 

Free of strife for worldly gain. 
But the armor of the spirit 

Donned for gain, or dignity, 
Desecrates the perfect precepts 

Christ portrayed through sympathy 
The true apostle's life must" liken 

That exemplified by Christ; 
Gospel preached for selfish glory 

Bears the taint of "Anti-Christ." 



MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO HARRY WAGAR. 75 

VIEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO HARRY WAGAR 

To Zella and Ruth, 

riie surviving daughters of my devoted and esteemed friend, these 
line§ are dedicated by the author, 190G. 



Friendship's tender cords are severed. 

Love is chilled by death's cold hand, 
And his soul has gone forever 

To repose in spirit land. 
Heaven offered peaceful blessings 

That the earth could not control. 
And in spite of love's caressing 

Angels lured him to their fold. 
Passed beyond the earthly portals 

Heart is stilled, and eyes are closed. 
Donned the robes of life immortal 

In the realm of sweet repose. 
Never lived a kinder father, 

Though his life was filled with care. 
He sought and planned his children's pleasure, 

Foremost of his thoughts sincere. 
Honor brightened all his pathway. 

Prudence was bis guiding star, 
Home and loved ones first in memory. 

And their happiness his care. 
Exemplified the rarest friendship, 

Always ready to relieve, 
Or to cheer the weak in spirit — 

Giving aid each day he lived. 

Harry Wagar while in Nature 

Was my long and cherished friend 
Whose sincerity I treasured 

And whose virtues I commend. 
When we lived so near together' 

That each day entwined our lives. 
He seemed nearer than a brother 

Bound by friendship's sacred ties. 



MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO HARRY WAGAR. 



Diligence was his endowment 

Day by day, and year by year, 
Engrossed liis mind with his employment. 

Faithfulness was his career. 
A master in the art of planning 

Architecture, and designs. 
Skilled in workmanship or drawing, 

Possessed a gifted liand and mind. 

A specimen of his engraving 

I am proud to say I own; 
All embossed with neatest carving 

A hand made desk adorns my home. 
Its end designs are climbing ivy, 

The front portrays the bleeding-heart, 
A branch of maple, rare in beauty, 

And cat-tails, all in panels wrought. 

This work so neat and beautiful 

Reflects his friendship on my life. 
He loved me, that I know full well. 

His death engulfs my heart in grief. 
Six years have lapsed since last we met, 

We ne'er exchanged a written line. 
Though on my friend my heart was set, 

To visit him I'd always planned. 

Now, alas, too long I've waited. 

In the flesh we ne'er can meet, 
But as spirits are united 

I will long my friend to greet. 
While I wait to feel his presence 

From the realm of endless day, 
I'll endeavor to be patient 

And abide th& will and way. 

In a breath of consolation 

To these daughters who survive, 
Do not scorn the kind impressions 

That may bless your future lives. 
Think of father as an angel, 

Who will watch you night and day, 
And protect you from the danger 

That is lurking by your way. 



MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO HARRY WAGAR. 77 

He felt comfort in impressions 

From the spirit side of life; 
To his thoughts on unseen missions 

I am strengthened in that faith. 
Look to God to guard and guide you, 

Trust beyond this life 'of care. 
Death has no powers that can divide you 

From the loved ones over there. 



78 AN ECHO. 



AN ECHO. 

It Iiaf^ frequently been said 

That the dead alone are just, 
And when the body dons the grave 

The spirit sinks to rest. 
But Avho can so enslave 

The lesson nature gives, 
That, only from the grave 

The real, in freedom lives. 



MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO CHARLES REED, JR. 79 

MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO 
CHARLES REED Jr., 

Who was accidentally killed ou the Railroad in Bayonne, 
N. J., Sept. 17th, 190(3. 

The sensitive ties that affection has wove, 

Alas have been severed in twain 
By the cold hand of fate, sO' regardless of love. 

Anil SO' heedless to sadness and pain. 
A dear boy in childho'Od, so suddenly called 

From the scenes that earth's pleasures commend. 
Not even a comforting, loving farewell 

From parents, and sister, or friends. 



Treasured in our memories are the happy days. 
And the cherished thoughts of Charles so dear, 

Whom the angels bore away to the vast eternity, 
To be numbered with the loved ones over there. 



The innocent boy in his childish delight 

With his mother's consent went to play; 
His face beamed with joy as he sped from her sight, 

This seemed like his happiest day. 
To the beautiful waters of great New York Bay 

He was going, a toy boat tO' sail. 
When fate so unfeeling intercepted his joy 

And eternity welcomed iiis soul. 



The dear one was torn from his parents' embrace, 

And hid from his sister's sweet smile. 
In bereavement they mourn, while his memory they trace 

Through his life to the flight of his soul. 
They fee! that the wisdom 'of God should prevail, 

Though painful His will seems to be. 
Through His comforting grace are their minds reconciled 

To meet bim in eteruitp. 



80 MEMORIAL TRIBUTE TO CHARLES REED, JR. 



■ Dear mother, your &on, in the spring time of life, 

Was called to the Heavenly home; 
There free from the shadows of earth's care and strife. 

He will wait for 'his mother to come. 
And father, the boy whose ilife was your joy. 

For you, up in Heaven will wait, 
In that blissful abode, in the presence of God, 

He'll watch by the celestial gate. 



Gentle, loving sister Mary, how you'll miss your brother Charles, 

And how often you will Jong to see hie face; 
But the angels have conveyed him to their home of precious 
pearls. 

Where for Mary he will always save a place. 
Think of him as one in Heaven, in the New Jerusalem, 

Who is happier than mortals can express. 
In the iland of endless sunshine, where Christ the Lord is King, 

In the home of perpetual happiness. 



GOD AND CREATION. 81 



GOD AND CREATION. 



Creation sliowg an all-wise God, 
A nature more than grand, 

A perfect acting universe 

Too great to comprehend. 

The strongest minds bear thoughts so weak 
And 60 inadequate, 

That God invisibly responds 
And nature's work repeat«s. 



God's will and word awoke from sleep 

The nature we adore, 
For charming nature did exist 

Unmeasured time before; 
But when His will and word caused light 

To shine in nature's face, 
Nature instantaneously 

Took God in her embrace. 



God's love was kindled when she smiled; 

He aided her to rise, 
The sunlight made her joj's complete 

And freed her from tlie ties — 
That Satan placed upon her 

Twenty thousand years before; 
He as prince of outer darkness. 

With misery his dower. 



Satan disapproved the sunshine 

When Dame Nature was releaiseJ, 
He felt no grudge toward nature, 

But despised the Prince of Peace, 
He seemed to comprehend 

That when creation was complete 
The limit of his power 

Would be a painful grief. 



82 GOD AND CREATION. 

Satan's dismal kingdom 

Was in realms devoid of light; 
Even at this age 

He is partial to the night. 
Hits dislike for the creation 

And the God of light and love. 
He measured out in silence, 

For he dared not question God. 

God's purpose in creation 

Was premeditated good; 
He planned no harm to Satan 

Or tlie haunts of his abode; 
But instead, He sought to bring about 

A science so complete 
That no imagination 

Could conceive a plan so great. 

The light of God's creation 

Shows the vsisdom of His plans, 

For nothing could be grander 

Than the sunlight He designed; 

It influences the seasons 

To harmonize with life. 

And endows a charm to nature 
I Of the most intrinsic worth. 

How monotonous to creature\s 

Inhabiting the earth 
If, with all the great perfection, 

The horizion was dark. 
With nature bound and silent, 

And absorbed in endless sleep; 
Could anytliing be beautiful 

with darkness so complete? 

The firmament with all its grandeur 

Would be simply vacant space 
If no light was cast upon it 

To reveal its beaming grace. 
The beauty and magnificence 

Of mountains, seas and plains, 
Would be a realm of mystery 

If the shroud cf darkness reigned. 



GOD AND CREATION. 83 

All living creatures of the sea, 

From greatest to the leaet, 
All love the light of harmony 

And by itts power exist. 
The birds that scale the horizon. 

How aimlevss they would fly. 
If light had not made visible 

A distance to the eye. 

Viewing all the splendor 

Of God's ideal light, 
And how the whole creation 

Concedes influence bright. 
His last and greatest wonder, 

The mechanism man 
Acknowledge^ magnificence 

In light's perpetual plan. 

Man He endowed with reasoning power 

And mind to comprehend, 
With gifted understanding 

And clear ingenious brain. 
These gifts make man superior 

To everything He made. 
He said, "In man, and man alone 

Reflects My own image." 

The love that bound dame nature 

To the Omnipresent God 
Knew Hie reciprocation, 

His affection she enjoyed. 
His Heavenly mantled countenance 

Was more to her than life; 
He lingero'd in her lovely bowers. 

And mutual love unites. 

No doubt this love influenced God 

To tenderness towards man, 
His sympathy for nature 

Imparts a thought most grand. 
As God with nature harmonized 

In love's enchanting dream 
Eden, then their paradise, 

And man their true offspring. 



84 GOD AND CREATION. 

A habitation for mankind 

By nature was bestowed, 
A paradise of beauty 

Where fragrant fountains flowed. 
There everything for comfort 

And perfect happiness 
Was bountiful, and harmonized 

With nature's perfectne«ss. 

All creation's work but man 

God gave in nature's care, 
And (?he has ruled them wisely 

For many thousand years. 
Then man, untainted, walked with God, 

And God revealed to him 
With unreserved sincerity 

His relationship to man. 

He said, "Behold and eat the fruit 

Of every tree but one; 
That tree is Satan's evil tree. 

Don't touch or taste, but shun. 
To perpetuate your happinees, 

Take heed of what I say, 
Who eats of good and evil fruit 

In grief shall surely die." 

The years of happinees and joy 

That Adam spent with Eve, 
With God their daily visitor 

And not a care to grieve. 
Nature smiled so tenderly 

On Eden's graceful bowers, 
Existence was a luxury 

Of poetry and flowers. 

Time sped along, and happiness 

Was more than they could ask; 
They never thought to disregard 

The warning God had passed. 
But musing on the lawn one day, 

Right at their very side, 
A wily, charming serpent 

Mysteriously arrived. 



GOD AND CREATION. 85 

It said, "Dear people, you are blest 

With more at your command 
Than you have any knowledge, 

Or even understand. 
The God who made you all you are 

And placed you in this home 
Has forbidden you to even touch 

The fruit to gain His throne." 

"This tree of knowledge, gcod and bad, 

The brightest and the best, 
If you will eat will make you lord 

Above the God you trust. 
None would be greater than yourselves-, 

Nature would be your child. 
God would scarcely be your equal 

When with knowledge you are filled." 

They were enraptured with the thought 

Of greatness thus bestowed; 
Eve ate the fruit, and Adam ate, 

And God was disobeyed. 
While the taste was yet upon their lips 

They felt the sting of sin; 
They trembled when they thought of God 

And tried to hide their shame. 

The tempting serpent disappeared 

Mysterious as it came; 
From whence it came or whither went 

They could not ascertain. 
They hid beneath the shrubbery, 

But the sin they could not hide; 
They sensed extreme forebodings 

And vexations multiplied. 

They blushed to gaze on nature; 

The flowers seemed distressed, 
The serpent's statement haunted them, 

Their hearts were truly crushed. 
Wretchedness and worry 

Was now their painful state, 
Their future scenes were sorrow 

Without respite or rebate. 



86 GOD AND CREATION. 



The wily <;erpent that deceivetl 

The unsuspecting race 
Was Satan, T\-ho had gnashed his teeth 

When creation filled earth's space. 
He planned the lie that blighted 

The happiness of earth, 
And gave vexation to the will 

That ruled the universe. 

No other creature but mankind 

Doe« Satan care to sway, 
And in many a different guise 

He falls upon his prey. 
By money, lust, and promises, 

He lures intO' his den; 
And multitudes of Eves and Adams 

Weep with shame and pain. 

Satan, since creation, 

Never wished for light to cease; 
He has gained ten thousand fold 

Since nature was released. 
His resources, too, have multiplied 

Since creation was designed, 
And in spite of God',5 intentions 

He appropriates God's plans. 

He interferes with harmony; 

Makes dissention with mankind. 
He tells to all who'll listen 

That creation ne'er was planned. 
That God's inspired word 

Was fiction magnified. 
And that future life was myth 

And no God to be obeyed. 

Beware of Satan always; 

He travels in disguise. 
He wins his prey by pleasant thoughts. 

Then takes it by surprise. 
He numbs the passive conscience, 

And flatters easy minds 
With thoughts of Bible fiction. 

And no life beyond this shrine. 



GOD AND CREATION. 87 



He seeke the learned and eloaueut. 

To use their gifted tongues; 
He breathes the thoughts unseen 

Into their scienced brain. 
He finds a few with boldness 

To denounce Grod and His word; 
But their influence is trifling 

With theory go absurd. 

All scienced nature echo's God; 

He lives in every thing. 
The sun reflects His power 

By the light and life it brings. 
The moon and stars and sun combine 

To tell us night and day. 
For God, and only God, could make 

Them act perpetually. 

The ocean's periodic tides 

Majestically designed. 
Are mighty as the universe, 

Mysterious as the wind; 
The clouds that ride the horizon 

And carry seas of rain, 
All prove the God and His designs, 

And His Bible they sustain. 

All mechanism, known as life. 

Throughout the universe, 
Are proof of His Omnipotence 

And His perpetual course. 
All, up to man, accepts this proof 

And wisdom infinite. 
And live by nature's instinct 

Acknowledging a right. 

The smallest insects are uuheld 

By virtue of God's law; 
The seasons pass like clock-work 

Because He made them so. 
The foliage buds know spring time 

By instinct they possess. 
Each living thing knows what to eat 

And what food tastes the best. 



88 GOD AND CREATION. 



Because the human mechaniem 

Was fertilized by Grcd, 
Who breathed within man's nostrils 

The soul's eternal seed. 
And formed man nearer like Himself 

Than any thing He made. 
Is that the reason man should doubt 

The word, with proofs so staid? 

These doubts are Satan's influence 

And filled with selfishness, 
Which Satan uses to purloin 

Mankind to wickedness. 
And more enlightened people 

Are wavering to-day 
And compromising wisdom 

For the frailest vanity. 

Oh, mortal man, the hand of God 

Has written on the wall. 
And not in hieroglyphics, 

That vanity must fall. 
He proves the Holy Bible 

By the moving universe, 
And His pictures for the future 

Reflect His perfect course. 

Our ruler,? have forgotten 

That above all earthly power 
The sovereign hand of Justice 

Records each day and hour. 
Give heed to friendly warning, 

Think deep to wisdom's good, 
Denounce the tempter's vision 

And accept the word of God, 



THOUGHTS EXPRESSED BY THE SPIRIT. SU 



THOUGHTS EXPRESSED BY THE SPIRIT. 



Could mortal beings realize 

The spirit's foud desire 
To beautify and harmonize 

These transient lives of ours. 
Our fondest hopes the angels bring. 

Their tidings to our memories cling. 
With happiness our hearty they fill. 

And give our souls relief. 
From that abode where all is well. 

And conscience knows no grief. 

No theme in life is so complete, 

Or theory so grand. 
And no rejoicing can compete 

With joys from spirit land. 
The God of nature made us free 

To plau our own eternity; 
The angels watch our buc^y lives 

And try to smooth the way. ' 

Their friendly influence abides 

Throughout this life of clay. 

When life's perplexing cares shall cease. 

And sorrow be outgrown. 
Our minde will be endowed with peace — 

Sadness will be unknown. 
The spirits then our hearts will fill 

With sentiments of Chirst's good will. 
The angels then will hold our hands 

And we their forms can see. 
Sweet singing by the mystic band 

Will greet us full and free. 



90 TRIBUTE OF AFFECTION TO BABY ELEANOR. 



TRIBUTE OF AFFECTION TO BABY 
ELEANOR WHEN FOUR MONTHS OLD. 

Dearest, sweetest birdie baby, 

Charming Mary Eleauor! 
You're so sweet, and fat and chubby, 

Y'our coquettish eyes implore. 
You're the center of attraction 

And the Dollie we adore. 
Yes, we love you to di<straction, 

Darling baby Eleanor. 

Greatest comfort to her mother 

Is our darling Eleanor; 
Guiding star to only brother, 

And to father, even more. 
Sister Sarah's dearest treasure — 

»Each day she loves her more. 
Lillian's greatest source of pleasure 

Is sweet baby Eleauor. 

Joy and gladness beams around you 

Mere than language can express; 
Loving baby, darling daughter. 

Precious bird from paradise. 
That the angels be your guardian 

Is a blessing we implore; 
And may He who blest the children 

Bless and love our Eleanor. 




Mary Eleanor Evelyn Reed. 



ELEANOR WHEN FIVE MONTHS OLD. 91 



ELEANOR WHEN FIVE MONTHS OLD. 

Dearer than the life we bear 

Is our darling Eleanor; 
As lier charming innocence we see unfold. 

Whether playing or asleep 
Her affections o'er us creep, 
Till our depth of love will always be untold, 

Her expressions are angelic 

And her gestures are sublime. 
They seem to reproduce a lost refrain 

That enchants her father's mind 

To sentiment most grand. 
Like vibrations of a tender music chord. 

Charming April blossom, 

Messenger of spring; 
Lovely as a bird of paradise; 

May the Comforter of men 

Guide the precious little lamb 
To the shelter of the spiritual and wise. 



m THE LORD'S TRAYER. 



THE LORD'S PRAYER. 

Arranged for Eleanor. 

Our Father in Heaven 

Hallowed be Thy name, 
Thy Kingdom come into the world 

Forever to remain, 
Thy will be done upon the earth 

The same as known in Heaven, 
Through Thee, Oh God of love and truth 

Reflects all blessings given. 

Give us this day our daily bread, 

Our trespasses forgive 
As we forgive aur fellow men 

The debts that often grieve. 
Protect us from temptation, 

From evil keep us clean; 
For Thine the Kingdom, Power and Praise 

Forever-more. Amen. 



ELEANOR'S GREETING WHEN 61/2 MONTHS OLD. 93 



ELEANOR^S GREETING WHEN SIX AND 
ONE HALF MONTHS OLD. 



When I rise at early morn, 

Don my clothing, then in turn 
Start the fire for the day, 

Call the children in this way: 
"Lillian, Sarah, Charlie, ho. 

To your duties you must go," 
When a sound falls sweet and clear 

From the lips of Eleanor. 

And again, when home I come 

From my work for lunch at noon, 
I am greeted with her smile 

And her modest eyee beguile; 
Wnen I toss her up so high 

Loud she laughs and screams with joy, 
And her arms my neck entwines, 

While her favorite chorus chimes. 

And at eve when day is done 

And we gather one by one. 
Firet to raise her ihand to greet 

Is this precious angel sweet. 
First to Sarah's arms she springs. 

Then tO' Lillian's neck she clings. 
Longs for Charles and mother's kiss, 

And says midst all .this perfect bliss: 

"My Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Fa Pa, 

Please to take me, don't go way, 
And I'll fill your life with cheer, 
Always play to baby dear." 



94 ELEANOR WHEN NINE MONTHS OLD. 



ELEANOR WHEN NINE MONTHS OLD. 

No attraction in the world 

Like a darling little girl, 
Or a baby with the sunshine in her face; 
Such as Eleanor, 

The Dollie we adore. 
The fairy and the wonder of tlie place. 
She seems to under^stand 

As she waves her little hand 
And so cutely imitates the donkey's bray. 
Nine monthcs old and stands alone, 

Coughs and sneezes all in fun. 
And shakes her head in such a cunning way. 



Chorus. 
My pretty, pretty, pretty bunch of gladness, 

My Speaking mandolin. 
The sunbeam that's a cure for every sadness, 
Sweet Eleanor, Evelyn. 

I 

When her papa calls her name 

She rubbers for to gain 
A glimpse of him whose folly she enjoys. 
But no matter what is said. 

When she eats, or gees to bed. 
None like mamma can console her baby cries. 
She mimics Sarah in burlesoue, 

Makes faces quite grotesque. 
Fulls the table cloth to see the dishes .spill. 
It is wonderful to 'see 

How she loves a sip of tea. 
Not content until she gets her baby fill. 

Chorus. 

My prepossessing little bunch of gladness, 

My Speaking mandolin. 
The sunbeam that's a cure for every sadnees, 

Sweet Eleanor, Evelyn. 



ELEANOR WHEN NINE MONTHS OLD. 95 



How slie I'O've^ our Charlie boy; 

Nothing gives her greater joy 
Than for him to tease and toss her in the air. 
Her coquettish little cough 

And her cunning baby laugh 
Is bewitching, and beguiling everywhere. 
Not a gem in all the world. 

Not a jewel or a nearl. 
Fills a place in Lillian's heart like Eleanor. 
May the angels from above 

Amalgamate thec=:e si<?ters' love 
And preserve their tenderness forever more. 

Chorus. 
She's a fascinating little bunch of gladness, 

And a speaking mandolin, 
The sunbeam that's a cure for every sadness, 

Sweet Eleanor, Evelyn, 



96 ELEANOR WHEN THIRTEEN MONTHS OLD. 



ELEANOR WHEN THIRTEEN MONTHS OLI> 

Eleanor, my baby, 

My sweet little lady, 
Sq ehy and so shady, 

Look here, don't you cry; 
Now give me your paddy 

And stay with your Daddy, 
And don't be afraidie 

To scratch chick or die. 

Chorus. 
Eleanor, sweet Eleanor, 

The rose-bud we adore. 
Fairy light, beaming bright 

In you forever more. , _ 

Your singing and talking, 

Your dancing and walking, 
Your falling and stalking. 

Too bad, I confess; 
Be brave, little bonnie, 

My bright little nanny, 
And try it againy 

For better succe6s> , 

She drinks from the oil can,^ 

Plays in the asli pan; 
Swims in the dish pan, 

Takes lunc*heon on coal; 
Chews needles and pins. 

Eats glass, tacks and tine. 
Plates and saucers she spins 

In the most approved role. 

My cute little magpie, 

And wide awake brigTit eye, 
My mascot and fairy, 

So cute to behold; 
With whistle and rattle. 

She portrays Tier metal 
At thirteen months old. 



ELEANOR WHEN THIRTEEN MONTHS OLD. 97 

Mother adores her. 

Father encores her, 
Sarah implores her 
./ / To keep happy and gay; ^ 

Charles loves to treat her^ 

Lillian to greet her,. 
We all entreat her 

To romp and to play. 



98 ELEANOR WHEN EIGHTEEN MONTHS OLD. 



ELEANOR WHEN EIGHTEEN MONTHS OLD 

All the gems of mother earth, 

And their g^reat intrinsic worth, 
Could not match a precious jewel I adore, 
True affection she imparts 

To the center of my heart. 
My idolizing, Fairy Eleanor. 
She caresses and she kisses 

All her dolls and baby toys, 
She prattles baby gibrage all the while, 
Her coquettish, roguish looks. 

As she turns her picture books, 
Is enough to make a judge of justice smile. 

Chorus. 
Charming little sunbeam, 

Realistic dream, 
Concentrated perfect little star; 
^Trusted Guardian of the deep 
^ Watch thics jewel while she sleeps, 

-And may angels bless my darling Eleanor. 

JNo pattern e'er so true, 
^ Dr summer sky so blue; 

'No magnet half so sensitive before; 
No emblem made so neat, 

Or music strains so sweet, 
As the countenance of baby Eleanor. *' 

When she hears me coming home at noon *- ' 

Or any other time, 
She always runs to meet me at the door. 
And so sweetly says, "My papa. 

Papa, don't you understand, 
"That you must up up baby Eleanor." 



ELEANOR WHEN EIGHTEEN MONTHS OLD. 99 

So thoughtfully she brings 

My slippers, while she sings, 
"Papa's shoeis, papa's shoes, papa see;" 
And when I sit down to write, 

If my pencil meets her sight, 
She imploringly says, "Papa, pency me." 
She never will be satisfied 

To sit still on my knee, 
And seldom likes to play upon the floor; 
But clear on top the table 

Is where she loves to be; 
Funny notions of my baby Eleanor. 



100 ELEANOR WHEN TWO YEARS OLD. 



ELEANOR WHEN TWO YEARS OLD. 



My charming and sweet little daughter, 

The choicest of all I adore, 
So charming and gay is the laughter 

Of Tootsey, my fond Eleanor. 
She climbs from the floor to the table 

Without any help but a chair, 
She is only two years old, but is able 

To scale every inch of the stairs. 

She loves to descend to the cellar 

Every time she sees papa bring coal, 

The darkness to her is no 'terror — 

She's a bravo, and sterling as gold. 

Her fondness for babies and pictures 

Is almost a sensation at times, 

She seems to have art in her nature 
And music enraptures her mind. 

She is partial to shoes and to shoestrings — 

Often works for an hour or so. 
Untying and completely unlacing 

The ties of her Papa's old shoes. 
Says "tea-up" for teacup in talking, 
And Lewis she always calls "Boo." 
About four double LI' to say Lillian; 
I think her a darling, don't you? 

Her soft little hand pats my shoulder, 

Then says, "I'm Papa's sweet dirl," 
But she shrinks when I offer to kiss her, 

Though she gives me the kiss after all; 
She listens and watches for Iris, 

And Leslie she's quite fond of, too; 
For Charles she has always a caress 

And loves to do romping with Lew. 



ELEANOR ^YHEN TWO YEARS OLD. 101 

Her liking for tea, milk and sugar 

Advances as she grows in size, 
"Dink-te-wa" is her name for cold water 

And "goo-ca" is what she calls pie. 
She has a cast boy she calls Jimmie, 

Bo-peep is her cotton filled doll. 
She stands Jim head downward iso funny — 

Jim and "Tocts" are a pair, let me tell. 

There is none she loves better than Mother, 

Though Sarah she loves very dear; 
She hac5 oceans of love for her brother, 

Her affection for Lillian is clear. 
Her birthday in April we cherish; 

On the eighth she will be just two years. 
We are wishing this Sunbeam to flourish 

And fill every heart with her cheer. 



102 ELEANOR WHEN 2y2 YEARS OLD. 

ELEANOR WHEN TWO AND ONE HALF 
YEARS OLD. 

Eleanor, my s%yeetest blossom, 

Like a rosebud you appear; 
Eyes so bright and lips so crimson, 

Cheeks so perfect and so fair. 
Then again, you quite resemble 

Flowers of the mountain side, 
Arbutus, as it gently rambles, 

Seemingly intent to hide. 



Pansy like you're always smiling, 

Like the blue-bell always gay. 
And as lilies you're beguiling, 

Sweet as honeysuckel's spray. 
Charming as the blooming cerus, 

Winning as the heliotrope. 
Graceful as the twining cypress, 

Happy a« forget-me-not. 



When you go upstairs to Papa, 

Then a rambler you must be; 
And at table when you're happy, 

Then your rose must be the tea. 
When you muse with brush and comb 

You compare with sweet lilacs; 
Mormng-glory at day's dawn, 

In the eyening four-o'clocks. 



When you break the dinner dishee 

You are like the touch-me-not, 
When we fail to please your wishes 

Y''ou're a thistle from the lot. 
When you're fixed to go out walking 

You're a choice chrysanthemum; 
Never tube-rose so inviting. 

Not in all our Christiandom. 



ELEANOR WHEN 21/2 YEARS OLD. 1(» 

Astor-like you're fascinating, 

As tlie calla, you are pure; 
Not a might procrastinating 

As rhododendrons of the moor. 
- Seldom selfish, like the sunflower^ 

Or insipid like the fern; 
But profuse in mystic power. 

Like magnolias in the sun. 

Like the daisies in the meadow. 

Or coquettish marigold; 
Also like a brilliant poppy, 

At six months more than two years old. 
Water-lilies can't be sweeter, 

Portulacas not more bright, 
Gladiolas never neater, f 

Or more attractive to the sight. 

Eleanor, you're even greater, 

More than language can express. 
Perfect as the passion flower 

That portrays the Crown and Grose. 
Your happiness is my delight, 

Every murmur grieves me sore. 
But I trust the angels bright 

Will adopt sweet Eleanor. 



104 ELEANOR WHEN THREE YEARS OLD. 



ELEANOR WHEN THREE YEARS OLD. 

Eleanor, the fondest treasure, 

Her loving tenderness 
Conveys a true affection 

That words cannot express. 
Her fascinating innocence 

Endears her roguish smile; 
Her prepossessing laughter 

Does certainly beguile. 

V 

Chorus, 
She is charming and attractive 

As the shells along the shore; 
Loving as an angel, 

Precious darling Eleanor. 
And she'« brighter than the dew-drop 
That sparkles in the morn, 
Loving little angel, 

Prepossessing Eleanor, 

*'Mamie was her Papa's darling," 

And "Come home, father dear," 
' "Sing a song a-sixpence," 

Are songs she loves to hear. 
"Evalina," "Dear Old Pompy," 

"Put me in your little bed," . "^ 

"The Happy Bumblebee" » 

And "Old Joe Finley's Pig." 

She sings her songs for Mamma 

So sweetly every day, 
And recites some pretty stories 

To her dollies in her play. 
.She seems to know the meaning 

Of the cunning baby rhymes, 
With meter mixed and twisted 

She recites them verv fine. 



ELEANOR WHEN THREE YEARS OLD. 105 



She thinks she's helping Sarah 

When she's with her at her work, 
And shows delight when Lillian 

Returns hunae from New York. 
She always runs to meet her 

The moment she comes in. 
And watcher for her Papa 

To call "hello" to him. 

She speaks of Charles quite often, 

And wishes he'd come home. 
And not go back to Boston 

On the "chu-chu" "chu-chu" train; 
And would bring the baby candy, 

Picture books and play, 
And not forget her birthday, 

For she's three years old to-day. 



106 REPOSE OF THE SO-UL. 



REPOSE OF THE SOUL. 

The beautiful, beautiful home of the soul, 

Repose of the spirit when freed from earth's toil; 
Where sorrow and sadness, or care is unknown. 

And unrestrained peace is the lasting refrain. 
Earth has its charms and harmonious blends. 

Its seasons of beauty that nature defends. 
The fathomless love that words can't express. 

Yet with all earthly pleasure, the soul knows no rest. 

To study this life with unselfish design. 

And live in the spirit, with thoughts unrestrained. 
Our souls would ascend to an angelic plane 

Where eyes would be opened to visions sublime. 
Our ears would hear voices and musical strains. 

Our thoughts would be tempered to inspired Irain^ 
The curtains of Heaven would open their folds. 

And loved ones in spirit would comfort our souls. 

Man has wandered so far from the spiritual road. 

Lured by vain inclinations and self-righteoue pridfi^ 
With cultured desire all the past to excel, 

Ignoring by practice true harmony of soul. 
The themes so mysterious,to minds of mankind. 

Is wonderful only as nature is trained; 
And if man had remained in his pure, modest fornix 

Phenominal mystery had never been born. 

To gather the fragments of our talented race, 

With hope of replacing soul and spirit in place^. 
Lure flesh back to natural, unselfish desire. 

Is a mission of love the spirits aspire. 
May God in His wisdom encourage our band. 

And keep our souls tuned to the spiritual bleiid». 
And permit us communion with friends in His fold. 

In Heaven, the beautiful "Home of the eoul." 



THE SENSITIVE SOUL. 107 



THE SENSITIVE SOUL. 



Man's soul, the vibrator of spiritual love, 

And when unrestrained can freely receive 

The grandest impressions, .see visions unfold, 

And view the immortal, through the lens of the soul. 



108 VIBRATIONS OF THE CHARACTER. 



VIBRATIONS OF THE CHARACTER. 



Vibrations of the character 
Of Napoleon Bonaparte 
Still echo his unmatched career 
As prince of psycic art. 



HYMN OF DEVOTION. 109 



HYMN OF DEVOTION. 

Kind spirit of the plane above 

Extend Thy gentle hand, 
To guide us in the ways of love 

Where wisdom may be gained. 
We sense the grandeur of the plane 

To where the soul aspires, 
The Paradise, where unrestrained, 

Celestial scenes appear; 
The realm where purity is rife, 

Where sorrows are outgrown. 
And all are mutual in one faith 

Where Heaven and earth are one. 
To Thee we owe impartial trust 

And to Thy power commend 
Our feeble thoughts of righteousness 

For Thy divine amen. 

We trust to Thy unchanging zeal 

To give us thoughts of truth, 
Whereby our Heaven environed souk 

May grasp the spiritual faith. 
Impart Thy wisdom to our minds, 

Reflect Thy light of love, 
That we may fully comprehend 

The joys of Thine abode. 
Accept us as Thy messengers, 

To herald to mankind 
Thy love and wisdom so sincere, 

The truth Thy will sustains. 
To Thee we owe impartial trust 

And to Thy power commend 
Our feeble thoughts of righteousness 

For Thy divine amen. 



110 HARMONIOUS THOUGHTS. 



HARMONIOUS THOUGHTS. 

The pleasures of life's journey 

That frequently appear 
As fountains on a de«ert, 

And lights along the shore; 
Are spirit demonstrations 

Of lore divine and pure, 
By messengers from Heaven 

Through lights along the shore. 

Our little deeds of kindne«s 

Are more to be adored 
Than honor, wealth, or greatness; 

They are lights along the shore. 
Kind thoughts are sweet vibrations 

From the Celestial Choir, 
The "golden rule" reflections 

Of "lights along the shore." 



THE OLD AND THE NEW. Ill 

THE OLD AND THE NEW. 

By Hand or Machine. 

(The train of thought in this article I proudly dedicate to my 
^«£teemed friend, the Inventor and Statesman, Mr. E. B. Cum- 
anings, of Indianapolis. Ind.) 

Tlie dear old ways of nature 

A thousand years ago; 
Tbe sun ehone then for every creature, 

As it does to-day we know. 
The seasons, four in number, 

The first we'll note as Spring; 
This season wakes the splendor, 

And to nature new life brings. 
*Tis then the tender foliage, 

The buds and blossoms grand. 
And birds of song and plumage 

Beam forth o'er all the land. 

The second season's beaming grandeur 

Is Spring, advanced to scenes mature; 
Balmy nights, oh! lovely Summer, 

Your influence, noble, grand and pure, 
Tis in this season streams grow shallow 

By the torrid, scorching sun. 
Babbling brooks, with tunes so mellow, 

Gaily chime their nature songs, 
Nature in her real perfection i 

Is not confined to verdure green, 
For birds and beasts show true affection — 

Their tender offspring beams serene. 

To Autumn now our vision leads. 

Through scenes past comprehension, 
When fruits of nature next succeed 

The Spring and Summer mentioned. 
■TLis harvest time in nature's field. 

The reaper, frost, is waiting [ 

TThe signal for his power to wield 

On Summer's arbor making. 
The tinted leaf and forest nymph 

Nestle side by side together, 
And trust to nature's pearly tent, 

The snow in winter weather. 



112 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 



The harvest garnered by the frost 

The forest stripped of splendor; 
The lovely green in slumber lost, 

Reposes through the winter. 
The northbird to the southward goes. 

Instinctive to their kind, 
Ne'er waits the chilling winter snows 

That bars their chance of food to find. 
The wild beast of the mountain cave 

His hair grows thick and long, 
To shield him from the chilly wave 

Of nature's dreamland, silent song. 
The quadrupeds have coats of fur 

That resist the wet and cold, 
The ice bound streams and lakes concur. 

Protection to the fish uphold. 

Thus time rotates in loveliness; 

The seasons come and go, 
The spring with its tenderness 

And radiant floral glow. 
The harmony so musical. 

Of summer's festive dream 
Has ne'er grown worn or whimsical. 

Or aged by centuries seen. 
The crimson glow at autumntide 

Betokens life far spent; 
And points to life's pathetic side 

To both restless or content. 
The melancholy solitude 

Of mountain, plain or river, 
Echos naught but quietude 

Throughout the silent winter. 
This scene, to man the most sublime,^ 

The last and first in nature, 
Symbolizes nature's plan, 

Man's advent to the future. 

The glorious sun beamed forth her rays 

In ages far remote; 
The same as witnessed now-a-days — 

No less or greater scope. 
The eastern horizon, at morn 

Resplendent o'er the aerial space. 



THE OLD AND THE NEW. 113 



Reflects perfection's plan adorned, 

From which the beeit skilled hides his face. 
Man's ideal power magnified 

Ten thousand times its real might. 
Is insignificant beside 

God's perfect plan of natural light. 

The Lunar system, wondrous theme. 

Its influence truly grand, 
Predestinates all perfect dreams; 

Binds Art to Science, heart to hand 
The Planet realm, when understood. 

Shows nature's wondrous plan. 
And marvelous, matchless works of God» 

So mysterious to man. 
Man's natural state in purity, 

When free from taint of sin. 
Is boundless love and harmony, 

The mysterious is unknown. 
When God to man gave sovereign right 

To rule His grand creation, 
Conceded power and equal might 

And perfect veneration. 
Oh, Spirit God! Oh, Nature God! 

We crave Thy promised pardon 
To reinstate in Thine abode 

Thy eeed in Eden's garden. 

This Ideal cruise through Nature's realm 

Is measured with delight. 
'Tis well; sad scenes to overwhelm 

By thoughts and visions bright. 
To link the ancient to the new 

By artist's pen or pencil 
Seems grotesque, yet 'tis very true, 

Each bears the same credential. 
Did man with nature keep apace 

In centuries past and gone. 
When educated minds were scarce 

And machinery was unknown? 
Or shall we say, man leaves behind? 

And almost out of sight. 
The mystic work so wisely planned. 

By Him whose will created light. 



114 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 

When earth was tilled in olden times, 

No ploughs of shining steel, 
Propelled by horses, or by steam. 

Or motors, in the field. 
The popular motive po^er then 

Was willed by God, who said, 
The sweat from ofiE the brow of man 

Shall earn his daily bread. 
For more than sixty centuries 

Man seemed content to toil 
In poverty, and ignorance 

Of his heaven inspired soul. 



From Adam's fall, man's tendency 

For many thousand years 
Was down to slothful vagrancy — 

Exalted manhood disappears. 
In pity God held out His hand 

To grand-sire Abraham, 
And sought to make him understand 

His grand redemption plan. 
Obedient to the Master's will 

This chosen Abraham 
Had inspired faith, to see fulfilled 

The magic rise of mortal man. 



A hundred generations passed 

To Abraham's chosen seed; 
From Canaan's plains in Paradise 

Through Pharaoh's galling greed. 
Midst walls of water, led by God; 

In wilderness fed by Him, 
By manna, rained from Heaven above — 

What love He showed for man. 



The journey, long and hard to go. 

Through the wilderness of Paran 

And thrilling scenes of Jericho, ^ 

To the blessed Bethlehem. 

Here God made good His promise 

To Abraham's sons and daughters. 



THE OLD AND THE NEW. 115 



And gave to man, ae sacrifice, 

The Christ, His Son, a martyr. 
The grandest Mediator known, 

The purest and most precious, 
Is Christ our Saviour. God's own Son — 

His life should beam within us. 

A happy thought steals o'er the mind 

As it views this dispensation, 
Of God's unbounded love for man. 

This matchless demonstration. 
Since Christ's sojourn in flesh and blood 

Man's ideas kept ascending 
Toward the perfect and the good, 

With thoughts of knowledge pending. 

Since all the mystic works of God 

Is science beyond comparison, 
'Tis not so strange man's mind, when good, 

Should crave perfection's garison. 
The restless nature of mankind 

In striving for supremacy, 
Has caused the race to wander blind, 

And far from nature's tendency. 

Time after time God humbled man 

For vanity in planning, 
That he might see and understand 

The need of perfect training. 
The fall of great Jerusalem, 

The holy, holy city. 
Was wage of vanity and sin, 

And forgetting the Almighty. 

The minds of men are broad in range. 

Oft' led to plans astounding 
By influence felt but never seen, 

But sensed to nervous sounding. 
The trend of thought that oft' prevails 

And inspires man to action, 
Is more than wondrous to detail — 

The magic mind progression. 



116 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 



Bold, brave Columbus must have sensed 

The mystic power, astrology, 
To plan his trip in confidence 

To far, unknown America. 
After months of grave suspense and toil 

The visionary land was seen. 
And the new sought world, so wonderful, 

Was real and not a dream. 

Again, in Newton we behold 

A marvel to his nation; 
He sought and proved to science bold 

The power of gravitation. 
And Franklin, too, dreamed not in vain 

Of the power, electricity, 
Like Newton's firm, untiring plan, 

Demonstrated its capacity. 

Tlie mind of Priestley and his pen. 

Endows true scienced themes — 
Adds oxygen and hydrogen 

To chemistry's domain. 
In times of Revolution war. 

In seventeen seventy-six, 
Famed Priestley op'ed the science doer, 

And wondrous seals affixed. 

'Tis said our planet earth, is bound 

By power of gravitation. 
This theory seems in judgment sound. 

But no posititve demonstration. 
Again, great minds advance the theme 

That this terrestrial sphere 
Is held intact by heat within — 

An electric sea of fire. 

The force of heat is truly great 

When applied by scienced hands; 
The base of grandest brilliant light. 

And motive power's mighty band. 
Through focus glass the rays of sun 

Imparts igniting heat; 
The untold distance counts as none, 

Perpetually this search repeats. 



THE OLD AND THE NEW. 117 



Renowned in scientific art 

And modern locomotion 
Is Robert Fulton, first to start 

The steamboat on the ocean. 
In eighteen liundred seven, 

On the famous river Hudson, 
The Clairmont's trial trip was given. 

First boat propelled by any engine. 
Oh! famous Fulton, could you see 

The mighty crafts to-day. 
That time and thought has ca,used to be 

Monuments to your theory. 



Progressive science strides along 

To transit by way of stage. 
Then to packet boat the traveler throngs, 

Before the railway of this age. 
Now, sliall we say gigantic power. 

Combined with lightning speed, 
Transports the throngs by millions o'er 

This earth, where pogress supersedes. 
The word gigantic don't express 

The incorporated powers 
Of combination railroad trusts — 

God save this land of ours! 



We'll leave this shocking age of trusts 

To work its own conclusion; 
And ramble o'er the historic dust 

Of the American Revolution. 
Here God revealed to mortal man 

His will that justice should 
Prevail in this and every land. 

Where righteousness was sought for good. 



The illustrious names of Henry Clay, 
Patrick Henry and Washington, 

Thomas Jefferson, Richard Lee, 

Franklin, too, and Livingstone. 

General Warren, brave and bold. 

Who fell at famous Bunker Hill, 



118 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 

And Hamilton, whose aid foretold 
Success and courage and appeal. 

These famous men, well known to all, 
The patriots of this land, 

Their thoughts inspired for this call 
To lead the glorious band. 

Exalted high in minds of men, 

And admired by every craft, 
Is inventor Steinhill's famous scheme. 

The electric telegraph. 
The first machine by Steinhill, 

In eighteen thirty-seven, 
Wrote hierogliphics twelve long miles 

With very marked perfection. 

But lo! one Morse outdid this feat 

In eighteen forty-four. 
When he transmitted news complete 

From Washington to Baltimore. 
What then so wonderful and fine 

Has grown and multiplied, 
'Til now ten million miles of line 

Unites all earth and ocean tide. 

In eighteen hundred seventy-seven 

Science past seemed quite outdone, 
When inventors Bell and Edison 

Conceived the telephone. 
The names of Reis and of Gray, 

Must share this glorious race, 
For records show in great array 

Their competition in the chase. 
The magnitude we now behold 

In the telephonic sphere. 
Shows God's great wisdom yet untold 

Which unfolds beauties every year. 

The time consumed in news transport 

In seventeen ninety-four. 
From Boston's coast to Frisco's port 

Was four long weeks or more. 
Now man can 'phone in Boston town 

To friends in California's State, 
In half a day the news has found 

His friend within the Golden Gate. 



THE OLD AND THE NEW. 119 

While on thus grand electric plane 

Of the 'phone and 'graph so bright, 
The dynamo of modern strain 

Makes arc and incandescent light. 
This latter phase of inventive skill. 

To human need surpasses all 
The previous mark« of God's good will, 

To comfort man at every call. 
The natural light, God gave to man, 

Is only brilliant through the day, 
But man's progressive mind gives birth, 

To needs at night of light display. 

Famed Edison's historic gem, 

The wondrous dynamo, 
Unlimited, in use to man, 

Transmits its power in endless flow. 
The popular city transit 

Some two decades ago. 
Was horse cars, scant in comfort. 

And oft times very slow. 

Now the famous dynamo, 

And massive power station. 
Makes power, and transmits it too. 

Through wires in insulation. 
The trolley car, commodious van, 

Your advent we celebrate, 
For rapid transit like a span, 

Make distance short, and traffic great. 
The untiring brain of mortal man. 

Through influence discovers, 
And e'en creates, the mystic plan 

jf or comfort and for pleasure, 
We here review with briefness. 

And with thoughts of true devotion. 
And measure the completeness. 

Of animal locomotion. 

No inventive skill however fine. 

Complicated or accomplished. 
Has touched, or even neared God's plan 

Of breathing clock-work nerved and finished. 
In every age we find no change, 

Man moves on biped standards, 



120 THE OLD'AXD THE NEW. 



The niacliiue, perfection pre-arranged, 
By God the sole commander. 

Many themes and grand inventions 

Man has wrought to nature's aid, 

While nature broad in comprehension. 
Returns the compliment^ so paid. 

When first the famed velocipede 

Was utilized by man, 
For easier and greater speed, 

His local rounds to span. 
The sporting world in amazement stood. 

At the thought of treadle measure, 
W^hen rider turned the wheels he rode 

And <5ped to suit his pleasure. 
This scientific theme proved good, 

In every minar detail, 
Man delved e'en deeper in the groove 

And made the modern bicycle. 

This modern bike has been applied 

In every land and nation, 
The rich and poor, alike can ride 

Regardless of their station. 
And many thousand ladies too, 

Use the wheel with double action. 
To business, and for plea^^ure go 

With ease and satisfaction. 

From pedaled crank direct to wlieel, 

When first we view the cycle. 
The sprocket spur with chain of steel 

Gives triple speed to pedal. 
Progressive still on line of bikes, 

And genius wins the raffle 
By placing on the streets and pikes 

The flying motor cycle. 

The superb horseless turnout 

And wonder of the age. 
The flashlight speeded chariot 

That halds and leads this rage — 



THE OLD AND THE NEW. 121 



Gives rise to visionary dreamei 

Of progress of the motor; 
Perhaps, when man the azure spans 

In windships of the future. 

Among the wonders of the world. 

Wrought by slvillful architecture, 
That stand as monuments unveiled. 

Are the bridge spans o'er the rivers; 
The Girard, that brazen tension. 

Arched of masonry and steel, 
And Niagara's great su.^pension 

O'er the unmatched whirling pool. 

Many scores of stately structures 

Span and join the river shores, 
Which only scienced minds could venture 

To dream, or plan, if nothing more. 
The worthiest of this architecture. 

Without a pier 'twixt ^shore and shore. 
Is the New York — Brooklyn structure. 

Planned in eighteen seventy-four. 
But far ahead of paet achievements, 

And modern in every way. 
The mamouth structure scarcely finished — 

The East River highway of to-day. 

While on architecture's greatness, 

Kindly the advancement note: 
Ancient structures in completeness 

Were just one story to the roof. 
Now, we see the massive buildings 

Of New York and other sites. 
It is strain to optic's fillings 

To view the top and lofty heights — 
Of structures thirty stories high, 

And monumental shafts still higher; 
The natural vision is cut shy 

Of viewing points on high church spires. 

Modern homes, we note with pleasure. 

Moving in progressive line. 
Buildings handsome, which we treasure, 

And furnishings are up to time. 



122 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 



Cou.ld present generations view 

The popular homes in ancient times. 
When only royal people knew 

Or felt the glow of comfort shine. 
To-day, the American peasantry 

Are truly numbered with the blest; 
Home conveniences are pleasantry, 

And furnishings are of the best. 

Reviewing the supremacy 

And works of mortal man; 
We see an upward tendency, 

Like verdure toward the sun. 
We dimly sens0 the misery 

Existing long ago, 
When man knew not plan or theory — - 

Wild, unclad, and savage, too. 
Of his origin 'twas naught he knew, 

'Ere God revealed to Abraham, 
And made the promise to outdo 

And rear a nation of his clan. 

Many trying centuries 

This chosen seed saw pass their way; 
Trials sore, and miseries, 

E're God's wisdom come to stay. 
God's glorious promise so elated 

Aged Abraham and wife, 
And to their faith was compensated 

A blessed son to lead the strife. 
From Issac passed the mantle real 

To Jacob, shrewd in actions, 
God changed his name to Israel, 

And renewed the promised sections. 

For reasons just, God scourged the land 

With seven years of famine; 
But shrewdly meted out a plan 

To save Israel and his children. 
Ten years before this famine came 

God led from land of Canaan 
Wise Joseph, Israel's favorite son, 

To Pharoah's earthly kingdom. 



THE OLD AND THE NEW. 12a 

God sent wierd visions to this king. 

Figurative of the future; 
He sought the wise meu of his realm 

To solve this mj^stic feature. 
God willed that only Joseph should 

Interpret Pharaoh's visions, 
And thus he paved the magic road 

For Israel's provisions. 

The shocking deeds of Israel's sons 

To Joseph, their envied brother. 
Seemed more than cruel, worse than sin, 

To thus agrieve their father. 
But time soon proved a wondrous plan, 

To preserve through years of famine 
The people, and their flocks at hand, 

And to Joseph came this mission. 

Scores of generations passed 

And wondrous lapse of time. 
From Israel's leaving Canaan's dust 

To the Israelites return. 
They numbered when they left the land 

Four score souls in all; 
Returning, Moses led the band 

Of ninety thousand Hebrew souls. 

When back to Canaan's paradise 

God showed His preference, 
To the remnant of the Israel host 

By growth unmatched by precedent. ^ 

The temple at Jerusalem, 

The work by Him appointed; 
Almost too grand to comprehend, 

The city God annointed. 

As time sped on so fruitful, 

These Israelites grew vain, 
Self-righteous and deceitful — 

Their hearts on earth's domain. 
The time at hand, to be fulfilled 

God's vow to Abraham, 



124 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 

His precious gift they sought to seal 
And sacrifice without refrain. 

Now, 'tis nigh two thousand years 
Since God redeemed mankind; 

Yet, .Tudeaites still firmly bear 

A hatred to the Christian mind. 

Science, the theme of all creation. 

Doubly reflects through minds of man, 
Purest minds hold best relation 

To the Ruler of this perfect plan. 
The human mind, so broad in range, 

So progressive and so fruitful. 
Oft' decoys the man to actions strange, 

When heart is true and faithful. 

Columbus, the hero cf his age. 

So sure of gaining glory. 
Chanced his life in rare courage, 

His cruise an oft told story, 
Newton's name is banded down 

To following generations, 
Since he gained the great renown 

Of discovering gravitation. 

Franklin's greatness never fades. 

His sayings and inventions. 
And Priestley's themes, still *?taunch and staid, 
' Portrays his mind dimensions. 

Like precious gems, this brilliant mind 

Illumes our nation's glory , 
And brighter still reflects his time. 

And renown^ his famous theories. 

Fulton's steamboat panorama, 

In his time the leading rage, 
Has marched ahead of every drama. 

And still a wonder of this age. 
We proudly note progression 

In travel's popular ways; 
From pedestrian and equestrian 

To the railway now-a-days. 



THE OLD AND THE NEW. 125 



The unprecedented progrci-s 

Since the American Revolution. 
We note with pride unselfish 

The U. S. Constitution. 
The freedom of the American mind 

In creed and education 
Has wrought a nation most refined. 

And of grandest inspiration. 

Stednhill's and Morse's telegraph, 

With the matchless telephone, 
Have added links and paragraph^?, 

And aims for time to come. 
The illustrious fame of Edison, 

America's radiant star, 
Illuminates the horizon 

With wonder, near and far. 

The bicycle and motor bike — 

Likewise automobile — 
With man thel)alance, so to speak. 

But lacks a balance wheel. 
Direct from throttle speedcs these gems, 

These vans we so adore; 
The rider wills the speed he runs. 

His will the governor. 
The stalwart structures that unite 

The shores of roaring streams 
Are lasting emblems of the might, 

Where studied science intervenes. 
True science leads progressive minds, 
And leaves a firm imprecision. 
Which tends to elevate mankind — 

It knows no retrogression. 

Along progression's flying scale, 

And really overwhelming, 
And to every thoughtful mind appeals, 

Ig our modern massive buildings. 
From tents of modest structure, 

In ages long gone by, 
To modern architecture, 

And structures large and high. 



126 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 



Since every thing in nature shows 

An aim toward future greatness, 
Man should consider what he knows 

And aid to reach completeness. 
The time that's past we must admit 

Leaves pictures grand to nature; 
The present mirror that reflects 

Our visions of the future. 

So don't retard the tendency 

Of scientific nature, 

By living o'er past agencies, 

But seek the grander future — 
The records of each day are sealed, 

And repining never ventures 
To change an item or appeal — 

Seek the brighter, better future. 

God's will and word created light, 

The seas, the heaven, the land, 
And every object small or great 

From insect up to man. 
From dust of earth he formed the clay 

For man's ideal mould. 
And breathed therein His breath that day, 

And man became a living soul. 

When earth was new God was well pleased 

With harmony so ideal; 
His wisdom smiled at nature's ease. 

His bounteous hand filled each appeal. 
In man he planned to represent 

And endow with mystic power, 
To enjoy the earth to his content — 

Almost God's equal was man's dower. 

God tells us by inspired pen 

That His image true and real, 
Refiects through form and life of man — 

This sacred record bears His seal. 
The earthly house of Jiving clay, 

The life perpetuation, 
The breathing clockwork of that day, 

The one machine God gave creation. 



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His wondrous science so arranged 

And lias so perpetuated, 
That nature's themes have never changed, 

Or failed in action since created. 
The ideal garden of the earth, 

Perfection's comfort, there sufficed 
The chosen bed for man's first birth — 

Eden's sacred paradise. 

This ideal place God made for man 

To enjoy creation's themes; 
Without a care to vex his brain — 

Not even a machine. 
A thought of real anxiety 

Within this crystal garden, 
Was act of impropriety, 
So perfect was this Eden. 

Alas, for man in perfect bliss, 

His mind knew not suspicion; 
Attracted by the serpent's hiss. 

Wag led to first transgression. i 

By mechanism, it would seem, 

First evil came to man; ' 

Prince Satan's vile, ingenious scheme ' 

To destroy God's grandest plan. 
The rest of God's ideal work ', * 

Pertaining to creation 
Was never harmed, or even marked. 

By Satan's desolation. 

This present age we say is blest ' 

By man's inventive skill. 
Days of hand work long have passed 

For machinery and the mill. 
The more enlightened man becomes - 

■ The more refined he seems; 
But, — can we reckon all as one — 

The real, and seeming things? 

If God's intent, when forming man. 

Had been progressive life, 
'Twould seem some duty would attend, 

Or some friendly, harmless strife. 1 * 



128 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 

But when creation was complete, 

The Creator, content and pleased — 

He formed the man, not to compete. 
But to enjoy with perfect ease. 

Records of the ages past 

Show unrelented toil 
In every manufacturing task, 

Or tilling of the soil. 
Mankind saw more contentment then. 

In every walk of life; 
He wrought each day from sun to eun — 

No time for causing strife. 

A century ago we find 

A structure for a home 
Was wrought to finish all by hand; 

No machine made work put on. 
Then the cost of building even less 

Than now, in days of great machines; 
And larger portion of this cost 

Wag benefit to working man. 

House furnishings, when made by hand. 

Were less elaborate, 'tis true; 
But let us rightly understand 

Mechanics then more honor knew. 
To-day, machinery owned by trusts, 

And manned by unskilled crews, 
By graded piece-work lowers cost. 

But sacrifices labor views. 

The saddler's leather, years ago, 

When made by hand process. 
Was grewsome work all tanners know — 

Oft' took a year a hide to dress. 
But when complete, the leather prime, 

Made foot wear water-tight; 
Which can't be said since steam and lime 

Tans hides complete in one fortnight. 

The merchant baker was unknown 

Two centuries ago, 
When progressive women sought renown 

In kitchen work as well as show. 



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To-day. the merchant baker 

In every town or city, 
Is more sought than the butcher — 

Less home work, and more pity. 

In days gone by, the pantry shelves 

In regulated families 
Were crowded full with jams and jells, 

Canned fruits, pretserves and dainties. 
AJas! to-day the preserving trust 

Does canning for the million, 
At cost perhaps a ilittle less, 

While kitchen pride is falling. 

How well do we remember 

When beef and poultry trusts 
Were unheard of schemets to plunder 

And make prices so unjust. 
When pork was raised and marketed 

Without the packing house; 
The producer always profited. 

And consumer's price was less. 

By the^se thoughts 'twould indicate 

On the merits of machines. 
That their use repudiates — 

Rather than real comforts bring. 
But a second thought redeems 

Inventive progress, if you please, 
'Tis management and not machines 

Invented for our greater ease. 

To enumerate, by name or class, 

All machines and great inventions. 
Would be an almost endless task. 

And beyond the comprehension. 
A few of merit, here will note, 

With knowledge somewhat scant; 
If choicest themes should fail to quote 

A generous pardon may you grant. 

To complete the family sewing, 

Or the merchant tailor's quests. 

And the million garments doing, 

StitcTiing, quilting, and the reS't; 



130 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 

How impractical it would seem, 
And how aimless be the mark 

To try to make without machine, 
The endless needle-work. 

Can one comprehend the value 

Of the fabric made from thread? 
Muslins, ginghams, silks can tell you. 

Carpets, rugs and tablespreads. 
Linens, lace and ribbons fine; 

Broadcloths, too, of high esteem; 
And scores of other weaves we find 

From weaving and the thread machine. 

A grand invention to the art 

And science of garment fitting; 
One of go>od and rapid work, 

The machine for perfect knitting. 
An implement of household worth, 

And one quite labor saving, 
In any laundry eases work, 

The machine for family washing. 

An article of high repute 

To the tidy household keeper, 
And one she's loth to do without — 

The dustless carpet sweeper. 
The modern kitchen range Ave find 

A model of completeness, 
Which does its part to ease the mind. 

And aids to household neatness. 

Without machines for making lumber 

Of the many moulds and shapes. 
Which, indeed, are growing wonders 

Of our present age and state. 
Could we have our handsome dressers, 

Cabinet sideboards, bent wood chairs. 
Pianos in their upright cases, 

Carved and inlaid, fine and fair. 
Yes; but handwork is expensive, 

Many times the present cost, 
Only those with incomes massive 

00UI4 afford th^ first awd best, 



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Machines for working steel and iron 

Are so massive and so great, 
And of such gigantic bearing, 

Incompreliensible to state. 
The iron structures so admired 

By every race of human kind, < 

Owe all their grandeur go inspired 

To machines and skill combined. 

The machines are scarce indeed 

That know not iron, steel or brass; 
So all inventors should concede 

Honor to the metal class. 
The money basis of the world 

Is coin lof precious worth; 
And here we find the metal mould 

Predominates throughout the earth. 

The many grand devices 

Of the modern printing press, 
Combines our work and wishes 

And progressive aims express. 
The type is cast almost at will, 

Automatic, plain in sight; 
The operator works and feeds the mill — 

The magic linotype. 

Frequently great incidents 

Are put in print and spread 
In half an hour from events. 

Papers issued, sold and read. 
This marvelous linotype in use. 

The greatest wonder of the world. 
With complicated springs and screws. 

Speaks endless progress yet unfurled. 

The endless carriage called the web 

Transfers o'er rolling type 
The snow-white paper, smooth as thread, 

To printed papers quick as sight. 
One curious thought I must express 

'Ere I leave this wonderland — 
The renowned and marvelous printing-press 

Holds all earth's interests in one hand. 



132 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 

Through machinery's mystic mirror 

We proceed to bless our path, 
The camera, or likeness bearer. 

And endearing photograph. 
This luxury, to us so dear, 

Would be an aimless dream 
If science had not taried near. 

And invented the machine. 

Machines for writing are indeed 

Of grand ingenious art. 
And supply a long-felt need. 

That commerce plays a part. 
The lines so true and legible 

Reduces office cost, 
Arid time thus saved is valuable — 

No word expressed is lost. 

One fine machine we think a blessing, 

An automatic worker, too; 
It's work is ever prepossessing, 

Yet the old style can't outdo. 
It has many thousand rivals. 

Though most friendly do they seem; 
All have interest in this shuffle 

Of the talker and machine. 

Beaming forth from mystic science, 

A magnificent machine; 
Next to perfect in appliance, 

Is the Burroughs wondrous theme. 
This machine adds countless numbers 

In an almost endless line; 
And records like perfect wonder 

Each number as it notes it down. 

It's notation, true and perfect, 

Of the popular aj-abic type, 
Bears awards of highest merit 

And rivals vanish from its sight. 
Is work so accurate and true 

In hands of skillful operator; 
It never fails its part to do. 

This Burrough's Calculator. 



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Beside inventive mechanism 

A grave machine appears, 
Which clouds the legal horizon. 

And gives riee to shocking fears. 
It moulds and tempers human minds 

To fit the vilest schemes; 
Ignoring conscientious strands — 

The Political Machine. 

The last machine I'll try to show 

With this rambling panorama, 
To me seems purer than the snow — 

It bears aloft our freedom's banner. 
This fact alone endears the theme 

To every freeborn patriot; 
To vote in secret by machine 

Tends to purify the ballot. 

This grand machine for polling votes. 

Made perfect by the planning.s 
Of a pure and moble-minded knight, ', 

The inventor, E. B. Cummings. 
Mr. Cummings, learned and gifted, 

And endowed with future sight, 
For many years he gleaned and sifted 

Facts pertaining to the right. 

Gave not alone his famous talent. 

But vanquished time and money too; 
And to his honor, grand and brilliant 

Lives this emblem firm and true. 
The Universal Voting Register 

Truly merits highest praise. 
And may our high esteemed inventor 

Long enjoy his fruitful days. 

The few rude pictures herein shown 

Of machines in current use 
I think has riot been overdrawn. 

Though of really poor excuse. 
I might enumerate in rhyme 

Hundreds and thousands more; 
But even then progressive time 

Would leave unmentioned many a score. 



134 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 

The machine for paper making, 

For stamping colors rich and rare, 
And for real artistic printing, 

And macTiines for cutting hair. 
The machine that measures distance, 

And the searching, keen X-ray; 
Ten tbousand others in existence. 

With more to follow day by day. 



WILLIAM C. REED. 



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BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE AUTHOR'S 
JOURNAL AND ITS CONTENTS. 



The author of this little volume is one who toil*; daily as a 
carpenter, is of limited education, and past fifty-four years of age. 

The selections herein published are from his Journal, and 
not any more than one-fourth of its contents. One quite inter- 
esting (Section of the Journal is devoted to Patriotism. The 
Administrations of every President of the United States is 
written separately and in poetry; and mention is noted of the 
chief events of each Administration, and the growth, progress 
and development of our beloved United Statevs, from the beginning 
of Washington's first term as President to the end of William 
McKinley's Administration, when he was assassinated in Buffalo 
in September, 1901. Each Administration is separate and com- 
plete in itself, and all combined makes a portfolio of nearly three 
hundred verseg of eight lines each. Quite a number of other 
patriotic pieces that would contain, perhaps, one hundred or more 
verses of eight lines each. 

Then this Journal contains a large collection of miscellaneous 
poems on various subjects: A pen picture of a golden wedding, 
tracing fifty years of married life in Central Pennsylvania, show- 
ing how thrift developed poverty into grand prosperity. 

The substance in prose contains about sixteen pages type- 
written and the substance in poetry contains about twenty-five 
typewritten pages. A Eulogy on Pope Leo of several pages, and 
several pages on thoughts on matrimony. Quite a variety of 
eulogy and tribute to personal friends. In ail some five hundred 
or more pages, such as contained in this voiume, and most of it 
equals the work in this book. 

Quite a number of pieces of music, pen copies with words: 

A Memorial Anthem. 

Blessed New Jerusaiem. A Spiritual Anthem. 

Ideal America. National Hymn. 

Voice of Old Glory. 
And some others. 

Not one page of the described work has ever been copy- 
righted, or given out for publication. 

The author, owing to limited means, would like to (Jisp»s§ ot 



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all this work outright or for royalty. TTie copyright of this 
volume is also for sale in the same way. 

The author contemplates writing a brief history of each 
State in our National Union in poetry in the near future. 

He also has other subjects under consideration. No author- 
ized agent or agents. 



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